EdynOnFire- Treasure In The Rough

It was just lying there in the dust,

Speaking of tales yet untold,

parts of it was coated in rust;

It was just lying; there in the dust.

I picked it up because I must,

It shone a bit; just like gold.

It was just lying there, in the dust;

Speaking of tales. Yet untold.

The End

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