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I don't know what I'll find, if I start digging inside my own mind
gems or rubble
or simply broken glass
wilted flowers or a meadow of blooms & grass

marbles of all sorts
hidden away;
cat's eyes, clays, perlies or glimmers
would you be tempted to come in and play


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