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Harrison's Five and Dime, those wooden floors

you had were so grand and creaky.

Going up and down your small isles

passing my time while checking out

your shelves of fine goods.

Coming to the toy soldiers,

cowboys and indians which ones

should I buy today, or maybe all

of them.  Spying the model cars

and planes was a favorite of mine.

Loved those jet planes,

would play with them for hours.

You really weren't a Five and Dime

there were a lot of things in here

way over a dime.  We always just called

you a dime store.  Ben Franklin five and

dime was your competitor, but I did most

of my business with yor.  Sometimes I bought

me a comic or two or just some baseball

cards, loved the smell the gum left on the cards

that was still there many years later.

Your store was a little kid's dream world

after my mom gave me my money for

my chores that I had done all week,

i would go up there and spend hours

until I found something I wanted.

You're no longer there anymore

like a lot of things are not here anymore,

memories are still here and i will hold

them in my heart until day I die.

Written 8-15-11

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