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[aid] => mick
[title] => Hidden Treasure
[time] => 2018-06-14 17:25:34
[hometext] => Treasure in the Attic.
[bodytext] => Antiques grow more costly; the older that they get.
Unlike the vintage people I have known and met!
The owners hire with pleasure, appraisers that will measure;
Their young are taught what grandma bought; will come to be a treasure.
According to AARP, and Antique Roadshow charts;
I must be worth a fortune; and I still have all my parts!
I keep good time, write decent rhyme; we know from whence I came.
(My maker was a carpenter, whos provenance knew fame!)
Count me with the treasures, you cannot save from time;
For you alone, now proudly own, an antique valentine.
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