Mine, full of old clutter;
But cultured!
Mahogany chaired.
Mantel clocked.
Beneath whose golds' framing
Is as quaint curved Age-locked;
Grand pictured.
Laughingly echoed through
By contrast
Placing a price on
As worthy
This; of an open plan's
Nouveau riche buying spree;
Does not last.
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