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something about a little street and pigeons past the road crossed by pigeons driven by fear of hurrying commuters or hunger for fast food bags is the last shop It's forever open door sentried by wine soaked owner unsteady on the edge pavement and narrow road bottlenecks so that with some relief customers hurry by Yet. So like the books he sells there is no world until the page is turned that door frames a world of change that a simple word unlocks instead people curse the pigeons and worry about clocks shouting departure times
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
the last shop
something about a little street and pigeons past the road crossed by pigeons driven by fear of hurrying commuters or hunger for fast food bags is the last shop It's forever open door sentried by wine soaked owner unsteady on the edge pavement and narrow road bottlenecks so that with some relief customers hurry by Yet. So like the books he sells there is no world until the page is turned that door frames a world of change that a simple word unlocks instead people curse the pigeons and worry about clocks shouting departure times
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
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