(I was in my twenties — forgive me)
for giving you over
for sixty bucks clover
plus two rabbit eared chairs
thrown in.
They sold you in Stowe
for amounts I don't know
saying you were of origin —
Indian.
I know better.
You were Mr. Kileen's handiwork —
Sweet and clean.
No less noble
but an unimpressive provenance to some,
I suppose.
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