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Feb 2015
I stand on the edge of the mine,
while I wait for my potions to brine,
I mine all day long.
Maybe I’m wrong,
But there could be diamonds right there.
I mine for that blue shine in despair.
Hoping that IΔΊl find it here
Trying to be a Musketeer,
I went straight down,
Im looking around,
But no diamonds!
IΔΊl never see the horizon
until IΔΊl find the shine
It may be the life line.
We all felt like this before. Mining for diamonds, looking for that blue rock. And finally finding them. Even for a pro, you'll always remember that first shine.
Written by
Pointlessgamertag  An island in the Atlantic
(An island in the Atlantic)   
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