Meandering through the shops and stores,
Which one could I pick?
Suddenly,
A store caught my wandering eyes.
Shining its products
Was a little store,
Filled with special souvenirs,
From all over the world.
Wandering in,
My eyes gazed around,
Up and down they went,
Until,
I found the perfect gift of my trip.



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