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Its Treasure Calls
Nostrils fill with wood smoke,
a mountain spewing lies
Fifty miles up the trail,
its legend waves goodbye
Lost Dutchman in my memory,
the map no longer clear
While buried deep inside the truth
-its treasure calling dear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
a mountain spewing lies
Fifty miles up the trail,
its legend waves goodbye
Lost Dutchman in my memory,
the map no longer clear
While buried deep inside the truth
-its treasure calling dear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)
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Its Treasure Calls
Its Treasure Calls