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So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the grocery shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help Greg Walker I believe."
"Cookies, bookies, you shall find.
Eggs, meggs, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to Philadelphia Reading Terminal Market.
So to Philadelphia Reading Terminal Market I decided to go,
In search of the bookies Greg Walker craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling cakes,
Burritos in many shades.
There were even stalls selling brakes
People were scattered from many trades