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The Greatest Treasure
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To
make up for this wicked behavior of mine For you, I have written a few lines
of rhyme. There
are keys to happiness you must find, But
they won’t be found in an oak or a pine. The
greatest treasure one can hold Is
a love that will never grow cold. To
find The One, you must be bold, Never
show your cards, and never fold. One
of the keys about which I write Is
found in the stars and the sky at night. Look
up, look down, look left and right; You
will discover an awesome sight. The
second key is a treasure map That
will help you fill in any gap. Never
stop searching; don’t take a nap, Or
you may sleepwalk into a deadly trap! The
third key is a book That’s
hidden away in a safe harbored nook. To
find this treasure, you must look. If
all else fails, ask the cook! The
final key is hidden well, As
if behind a magic spell. Pictures
may not fully tell That
happiness is not for sale. For
sure, you’ll think these words are odd, But
to tell the truth, on I must plod. March
on, march on, to a distant sod, For
true fortune is found in the hands of God.
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© 2006.