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I MET AN ART COLLECTOR,
FLAMBOYANT AND VIVACIOUS,
JUST AS HER ART COLLECTION,
COLOURFUL AND FREE.
SO DEEP WAS HER PASSION,
WE ALL COULD SEE.

WALLS WERE A COLOURS GALLORE,
FIGURINES ADORNED THE CORNERS.
EACH ANTIQUE  HAD A STORY,
OF  HOW IT WAS THERE.
FROM WHERE IT HAD BEEN BOUGHT,
TO FIND A PLACE HERE.

THERE WERE  CUPBOARDS,
BIG AND SMALL,
ONE FULL OF KETTLES,
THE OTHER GLASSES ET AL.
PICTURE FRAMES OF YESTER YEARS,
OF MEMORIES SWEET AND DEAR.

THE STATUES OF BUDDHA,
IN MEDITATION,
THE LAMPS AND ARTIFACTS,
THE PLATES ON THE WALLS,
PLACED WITH PERFECTION.
THE WOODEN PANNELS HUNG,
DEMANDED ATTENTION.

I MET AN ART COLLECTOR,
WHOSE DEDICATION ,
WAS AN INSPIRATION,
FOR NOVICES LIKE ME.
SO DEEP WAS HER PASSION,
WE ALL COULD SEE.

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