Auction
Auction
On a windy day in a tree-lined street
Stood a handsome house, quiet and neat
The milling crowd shuffled their feet
As they stood on the curb in the gentle heat
In a tree-lined street on a windy day
As an Auctioneer sized up who could pay
The money makers come out to play
And a sad, old man turned and walked away
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