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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This is the last piece to go. All the others are sold. I hate to part with it, but now that I've grown old I need to find the right home for it before I die. I'll explain its importance if you're wondering why. You see, it's been a treasure since before I was born. My father found it buried in a city that was war torn. He marveled that among all the rubble and concrete, no scratch marred its beauty nor was it burned by heat. It graced our living room with the status of a Queen, Most beautiful Brazilian Rosewood vanity ever seen. Father had to have it to match the great beauty of his wife, Adrianna, was fragile and giving birth to me took her life. Father gave me the vanity, a priceless piece, an heirloom. One rainy day I was bored and was dancing around my room. I bumped into the vanity and from behind a drawer fell a note... "Who ever finds this, look for the secret," my Mother wrote. That was seventy years ago, and no secret did I ever find. Age has taken my strength away and now that I am blind, I can no longer search for the secret within this vanity. I want it to belong to someone kind while I still have my sanity. It's being auctioned by verbal bid so I can hear the voice of the one I deem worthy of my treasure. I'll make the final choice. Money is no longer important so the auctioneer will look to me when that special voice I hear, I'll nod and that bid will be the fee. I've set no starting bid and no reserve for it's time to let it go. Come, take a look. Rub your hand across the wood grain's glow. I hope you will find the secret my Mother hid so well inside, perhaps a young man will take it home, as a gift for his bride. The value to me is priceless, and I would sell it for only a cent. If I hear something in your voice, I will know for you it's meant. """""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""" February 24, 2016 " The Auctioneer Contest by Mystic Rose
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