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Fragile

Thousands of delicate figurines
Of crystal standing free;
Crafted with priceless workmanship form
A glass menagerie!.

Such radiance and beauty of light
As e'er hoped to be seen
Compose the hearts of each creation,
Each fragile figurine!.

Yet one by one they fall and shatter,
Building a shining heap!.
It seems at once these priceless treasures
Were never ones to keep!.

They aren't meant as mere collectibles
Or any untouched token!.
Thousands of delicate figurines,
And all were made to be broken!.

--swooshWww@QuestionHome@Com

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