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These words that I find,
hear inside me, or see in my mind’s eye,
write and share
are my treasure trove

a finder in fact
with original owner unknown
(unless God will take the curtain call)
of gems buried and ready to be found
as precious as the gold, silver,
found in processed form.
from fertile ground.
The mind of man.

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