Tube Socks To Tiffany

There’s an antique show down in Nashville, that my friend exhibits at;
It’s open Friday morn through Sunday, they roll out the welcome mats!
He says it is very eclectic, one never knows what they will find;
He labeled it “Tube Socks To Tiffany”, a quip so one of a kind!
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For this author not only writes poetry, but deals in Fine Art too;
And I visit lots of antique venues, seeking inventory new!
I know of what he’s speaking, for as one peruses through each booth;
You might see a rare piece of Art Glass, or someone selling “Baby Ruth’s”!
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That’s the thrill of being a dealer, we are always on the hunt;
Some days we are successful, some we drop back ten and punt!
But nothing compares with the exhilaration, of finding a treasure hid;
It always makes one happy, and all the melancholy rids!
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                            Tube socks-Tiffany
                     Both will have you covered
                             In different ways