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The Spoils
It's a heart breaker
the rifting of wonder
when a giver of inspiration
takes the hidden treasure trove.
Answers the questions
yet to be asked.
The keeper of the secrets,
now lies stranded,
floundering and forgotten
on a distant foundered shore.
Marooned on an island
deserted and all alone.
The 'X' on the map was stolen-
read from over the shoulder.
The chest lies open,
the lock picked clean,
by a tongue
that spilled the beans.
For the cruellest thief
doesn't pick-pocket
the spoils.....
He tells you where
they're buried,
steals the search,
grabs the compass,
shovel and keys.
The spoils are his, indeed!
You've nothing left to do!
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