The Priceless
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Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hello, My dear Vendor!
‘Could you sell me a guitar? ’
‘Why not, come in, my Master!
Take it, a brand new, for a hundred.’
‘Is the other less the cost, as looking old? ’
‘Yes, yes, it is only half a hundred.
Should you go for a secondhand? ’
‘The one still old, kept yonder? ’
‘An antique, well above ten hundred.’
‘O, My God! Useless, still priceless! ’
22.02.97
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