The Gatekeeper
On Boondoggle street
thrives a magic store
anyone who enters disappears
except the old dear
who minds the counter
who never enters or leaves
whose eyes are sharp as twin tacks.
Copyright © Vince Gullaci | Year Posted 2018
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