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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Treasure Within Somewhat smooth, and sort of round, Lying here, on the ground, Baked by the unrelenting Sun, Ages ago, my life had begun, I have seen rivers come, and go, Seen glaciers, also, ebb and flow, No one has thought much of me, My unassuming exterior, not much to see, Like that frog that becomes a Prince, If someone opened me, I would convince, Him, or her, that they had found, The most AMAZING thing, lying on the ground! For, hidden in an inner recess, Is something that you would not guess, Were someone to cut me open, they would rave, That they had found a Crystal Cave! Lining the inside of me, The most glorious thing to see! Created over Geologic Time, On the inner reaches of my lime, There awaits a treasure true, Amethyst crystals, in a glorious shade of blue! So far, it appears my Fate, To merely lie here, perhaps too late, A Geode’s life is not too exciting, most times, No killings, nor wars, nor other crimes, Nothing much really to do, But to hope someone stumbles upon you, Then, you can fulfill your highest, and best use, Then you are renowned for your ruse, For the Treasure you contain inside, For the wondrous sight that you hide! Through my uncounted years, I have shed oceans of imaginary tears, Untold numbers of people have passed me by, Never looking where I lie, Wait, what is this I see? Is someone walking up to me? He is stopping, now bending down, Looking at me, lying on the ground! If he picks me up he will feel, That I have a secret to reveal, He is reaching, now, toward me, Will I be opened for all the World to see?
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