Open Poetry #4 |
Auctions |
RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
Auctions Memories on tables and lives in baskets spread before the crowd and omnipresent auctioneer- "One dollar, one dollar, OK now one-half Do I hear two? two? Two! Sold!" to hunters on the prowl with bidding as the ammunition and experience their guide while widows and retirees watch in hopeful expectation and disbelief. RB ------------------ if you can dream; you can fly...if you are flying; you are dreaming. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
I always have felt that estate auctions are really an invasion of someone's personal space.... It just doesn't settle right with me.... |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Robert, you describe it well. I see it here a lot in Florida, auction heaven~ |
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Ohme Senior Member
since 1999-07-17
Posts 816Texas |
Love the poem. Breaks me heart that my kids do not want my worthless treasures now. They could trash them after I am gone but what can I do with those treasures? I have no room for them?? |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
I know this too ohme.....going to go through this next spring at grandma's house |
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