Treasure
Dad and I dug
for treasure
in the backyard.
My eyes lit up at
the can opener,
it glimmered silver in the earth-
except for the rusty parts.
He made another hole
by the white tree
and I polished off
the rock, that was
so smooth-
except where it was rough.
In the rubble at the bottom,
I found a penny caked in dirt,
so old,
it must have been worth
a fortune.
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