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| It’s there! It’s where?
In wear, that ware;
Robes and raiment in midair.
People shout and prices tumble;
Thicket, racket, bracket, crumble.
It’s there! It’s where? And what? Bizarre;
It’s gone now, in the bold Bazaar.
A nose is tucked in every corner!
Trading coins and making mourners!
So familiar, ne’er a foreigner.
People creeping, clusters popping,
Bounding, branching! Blanching, shopping!
It’s there! It’s where? And what? Bizarre;
It’s gone now, in the bold Bazaar.
Where’s the keeper? Where’s the grass?
Sugar, citrine, polished brass?
Lock and key and stone amass where there before was only glass.
Reagents flying round the hour!
Mandrake clipped in Nightshade’s tower.
It’s there! It’s where? And what? Bizarre;
It’s gone now, in the bold Bazaar.
What’s the parchment paper preaching?
What’s the recipe beseeching?
“Beechwood’s best” is what it’s teaching.
Bother! Break it! Need more beetles;
Used ‘em all in knitting needles.
What a hindrance, how bizarre;
I’ll have to head to the Bazaar.
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