A shop is of beauty, as a greater building
Of worth and gifts, the plenty of grouping.
We save our money and spend our glory,
The very riding of the vehicle is sorry.
Once the building is complete and complete,
It designed our life as we see fit with our feet.
Us, the customers, shall glorify you,
A shopkeeper is against the very zoo.
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