When I was in high school, I knew a girl named Laura. Laura was a quiet, soft spoken, shy girl, with not very many friends. You know, the kind that kept to herself, and often went unnoticed. When in a group, she usually lingered near the edge of the crowd, and didn't say much. She never threw a fit, or caused a ruckus. Was never sad or depressed. She was always just.. there.

Down the whinding road,

In the town square,

Salemen live, oh there everywhere!

Shops of trinkets odd,

Bobs, and bits of every shape,

Shoes, clothes, flowers and duck-tape.

But wait, over in the corner there,

Built poorily, old and rundown,

The roof bent the structure not sound.

Oh over there, is a strange shop,

Indeed, there be none like this one,

Gray and shabby outside, inside treasures by the ton!

"Step inside, I dare you!"

That be every little boys dare,

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