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She was a noted collector,
Meissen gold and clocks,
Her chosen specialty was
Rich, antique old crocks
My place on her shelves
Augured ill for my fate,
A corner spot and dusty
Was not exactly the Tate
Her turnover was high
Stock came and went
Dealers felt her tongue
She relished every cent
Not the vogue now, I'm
Deemed surplus stock,
Auction ...
Wednesday 7th October 2020 11:09 am
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