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General Store
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Americana/Patriotism A place of long ago where locals gathered to meet.
The hubbub of activity on every old Main Street.
Jars of penny candies the little ones would eye.
Coins grasped in sweaty hands while they decided what to buy.
Over by the old black stove, a fire always burned.
Next to it a checkerboard sat on a barrel overturned.
Tins and boxes lined the shelves alongside implements and tools.
Bolts of fabrics and sewing notions, shoes and ladies reticules.
There's bottles of elixers and liniments, touting their miracle cures.
With slogans and far-fetched claims, that today would be obscure.
Its where everyone got their mail and purchased all their needs.
The General Stores of yesterday are a long forgotten breed.
