Mining Your Fountain Pen Tips
Into the wilds
I trudge
In search of
Osmiridium
I keep an eye out
For
Thylacine
But know they
Got rid of them
I follow the tracks of
Finnegan
Who was on the run
For his life again
The 73rd of foot
Again
Some were thinking
Good riddance to him
Finnegan
Ran blindly
Through the bush
Right across the top
Osmiridium
Yet
He seen that treasure
Denied to me
Thylacine
I guess
We are square
In the circle of life
Finnegan
Osmiridium
And belatedly
Me
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