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Two Rings
He gave her a ring shown on black velvet
She wore it daily till her death
She gave him a locket ring
With scrolled letters and hint of heavy gold
He wisely knew its danger and left its wear to son
So this marriage through their years
That went of two score minus three
One with ring and one with out
This was a marriage that grew more true with time.
One last word, young lovers of our different age,
You would do well to ponder the enigma of a world
Where rings could count both for so little and so much
A world in which there was no magic in gold.
poem
by
Bill Grace
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