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Estate
Sale Blues
it
wasn't the way
light slanted
through stained glass
it
wasn't the rose
carved headboard or
missing linen
it
wasn't tinsel
half-moon garlands
or glittered bulbs
it
was the ruby
pin in the hat box
its clasp broken
and how it missed
three
pearls
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