i'm holding ball of glass
i bought from florence
i can see my face clear
i polish surface; luster
brings back; haggling
with a lady; not winning
she knows i love it much
so she never give an inch
i could simply walk away
but i never did; i have it
including her smiling face
she won; i have my piece
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