The Czar's Marbleized Ceramic Jar
A white and silver marbleized ceramic jar,
I found in an abandoned car...
I saw a similar one at a bazaar,
it belonged to Alexander, the Czar.
I asked the slim and friendly Russian lady,
" How much is that jar? "
" Ten dollars, my dear! "
Wasn't I excited to have bought History?
She wrapped it twice in old newspaper,
and put in a brown shoebox saying,
" Be careful with it...it's a treasure! "
I took it from her hands and started running.
Which one of the two ceramic jars was the original:
the one that I had found in that car,
or the one I had bought at the bazaar?
One couldn't tell the difference between the two at all.
I never told anyone, I kept the secret to myself...
I displayed them as heirlooms on the book shelf,
staring at them, wishing to find out the authentic one;
I refused to sell them, because I adored the image of the Czar.
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