It was down the hill from where I lived
and across the railroad tracks.
It had bubble gum cards, pop, and candy
and uncounted paperbacks.
There was a big freezer case
filled with all kinds of ice cream,
racks of black and white nightmares
and pulpy four-color dreams.
I can still smell the newsprint
and feel the cheap wooden floor.
I wish I could browse through their comics,
but the Handy Shop is no more. - Jeff Barnes
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