Charity Shops


    To pop into a charity shop


    Is to venture into the unknown


    How else to have an adventure


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    Now the map lies filled in and overgrown


    A passing glance at others'' lives


    Of forgotten hobbies, of distant times.


    Rose-tinted better days, the games we used to play


    Of knick-knacks, oddities and yesterdays


    To give new purpose, to bring life anew


    What was once loved by me is now loved by you.


    The thought quite gladdens me, there''s life in it yet


    So pop into a charity shop, you''ll never regret it.