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The Auction
On a slate gray November day
the farm felt the auction hammer .
My herd of cattle left today....
Going , going, going, gone!
The black mare has a new home.
Twenty five cent for a garden hoe.
An oil painting of my mothers face....
Going once, twice, three times, gone!
One dollar ten for a crystal vase.
The heirloom quilt three bucks even.
My antique clock, a western saddle.....
Going , going, going, gone!
The rocking chair my father made
Children's toys now sold away
Silver gray pony, belonged to my son.......
Going once, going twice, thrice, gone!
By some strange twist of fate
Under the auction hammer
All my possessions must depart ~
Dignity was the first to leave......
Going once, twice, three times, gone.!
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