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Turquoise and silver


Sand and stone


Channel work 


And inlaid bone


Shell left from an escaped small resident


An old bronzed seal from a disgraced president 


Buttons torn from battle vests


All buried in a precious capsule


My love’s dried blood in a golden ampule


When will we covet what’s precious now and here? 


Instead of waiting, sacrificing what’s dear


Treasure hunters know the value 


But ransom it so cheap no one to care 


Cuts me to the quick the loss is painful 


It’s very existence shallow and baneful


Rescue me from thieves and pirates


A bag of silver for my turquoise ring 


Will save my life as Indigo Buntings sing


Flying with silvery stars in their sight


To bring me back home in cover of night

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