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Wedgewood 22/06/03

Don’t get out your Wedgewood plates for me,
And on the table lay,
They charm me with their style, so please,
Keep them locked away.

Some things are just such precious gems
They should be shut inside
From those who would always covet them
Forever must they hide

Once out, their craftsmanship is seen,
And often not believed
The beauty was, has always been,
Can never be retrieved

Once shared, once spread around, diluted
Is the essence of the set
Only in one eye, one moment,
And the rest of them forget

Don’t get out your Wedgewood plates for me,
And on the table lay,
They charm me with their style, so please,
Keep them locked away.