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Mar 2017
This is my own Ming vase.
I love it, treasure it.
I really don't know why.

It's odd and old, never to be sold,
cold to my touch, and stands aloof,
my only precious piece.

I'll never see another,
and dare not even try
for fear that I'll lose my loving eye.
In part a metaphor for a relationship between two humans
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
289
   --- and Keith Wilson
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