In my garden I waited for there
I was parked,
but nobody came to claim the treasure:
exquisite gemstones, manuscripts,
silver, art and ancient artifacts
Here, have it all.
For competition is only
to pit one against the other
while treasury it is looted
and naturals is all but forgot
which makes it possible.
See, it depends where you
came from,
for directions It is anywhere really
so I choose the most obvious.
At home for a Hearth.
It is as that, yet studies
and reality is not the same
but they fear the sharp
beaks or pointy lines for
a guilty conscience.
Yet in bewilderment lost
is found
the greatest treasure of a country,
the earth beneath our feet
to make for a wonder.
But it's mocked for time
spent without the profits
a hundred years later it's
the only story they have to
tell of their country.
Even if that too is soon gone
for concerns
more to exploit and manipulate
That is the weeping sound
for in future saw.
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