This bookstore is a place of dreams and wonders:
step inside, be transported to worlds both earthly and intergalactic,
away from a hum-drum existence, into something sensational.
Walk the narrow corridors surrounded by high shelves,
see stacks of paperbacks,
wish to high heavens they don’t collapse
and kill you with paper cuts.
Everything you want is here – Tolkien, Tolstoy, Shakespeare
and the ancient Greeks that make you such a geek,
a book freak who spends hours smelling the scent
of dusty pages, going back ages
in time in the texts housed here.
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