You've seen a lot my friend, your weathered letters show
The autumn rain gently tapping on the windows, turning to winter flakes of snow
Of first communions come and gone, and diamond rings which the women fawn, your legacy lives on
That thief that came to pawn, his desperate eyes sung no song
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Hi Jack... I live in San Diego... I think I've peered through the window of that old store in Old Town. Nice write... Regards, Shirley