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There is a place, within four walls, where
things still hold true that were valued fifty years ago.
The day begins with music.
And fine food.
People smile, people dance.
They believe in much, though they have
little.
They take time.
They care.
There is an annexe, on four wheels where
time holds still.
There is music there too.
The music is even older.
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