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Tchotchkes

Margot, at the Main Street U.S. Bank

Displays a new word every day.

Today, the word is “tchotchke”



(So difficult to say)

To write, to rhyme, to spell it




It really is a gem.

My home is full of tchotchkes

I buy them now and then

One reason I miss Aspen

Is those great yard sales galore.

I made early-morning visits,

And bought tchotchkes more and more.

A scarf, a plate, a bowl, a cup.

Anything pretty and a steal.

Something charming and elegant

To me holds great appeal.

So, thank you, Margot, for this word,

It pleases me to no end.

I’m sorry I can’t be with you,

But this poem is from a friend.

May Rose

Brooklyn, N.Y.