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Garage sales.
It was a fine sunny day
She was up and early for the fun chase
At garage sales.
She had twenty bucks in her purse,
Not a lot
Looking for trinkets and maybe
Something cheap and glistening to find.
Lockets, necklaces, earrings.
At one table, five dollars she paid
For this cute leather choker,
At another stand, a delicately painted
Teapot for seven and, oh,
A sparkilng diamond ring.
They asked for ten, bargained
Down to eight.
So happy with her finds, she proudly
Wore necklace and ring.
The ring she kept her entire life,
Even when down on her luck.
It is her daughter who inherited it all,
Which was little.
Some kitchen ware, some worn-out clothes
A ''bling bling'' diamond ring
Worth eight bucks
And a tea pot from the Ying Dinasty
Worth, at auction,
Two point four million pounds.
She was up and early for the fun chase
At garage sales.
She had twenty bucks in her purse,
Not a lot
Looking for trinkets and maybe
Something cheap and glistening to find.
Lockets, necklaces, earrings.
At one table, five dollars she paid
For this cute leather choker,
At another stand, a delicately painted
Teapot for seven and, oh,
A sparkilng diamond ring.
They asked for ten, bargained
Down to eight.
So happy with her finds, she proudly
Wore necklace and ring.
The ring she kept her entire life,
Even when down on her luck.
It is her daughter who inherited it all,
Which was little.
Some kitchen ware, some worn-out clothes
A ''bling bling'' diamond ring
Worth eight bucks
And a tea pot from the Ying Dinasty
Worth, at auction,
Two point four million pounds.
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