Auction
It took centuries to set upGathering pieces every era
The choicest pieces for sure
Indeed the collection was perfect
To break it up was a hard decision
But the owner went home
Now the inheritors only want money
Besides the collection was
Only valuable to the collector
In fact if you look closely at it
Each piece in the catalog
One will find some sort of flaw
A nick here, a scratch there
A hole right in the middle
In fact one could say
The collection was one of
Pure sentimental dribble
Something in the mold of
Beauty being in the eye of the beholder
So when the auction started
Everyone sat in astonishment
As each piece was dragged out
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