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Dec 2011
Another piece to this puzzle I distress,
of a map to this maze I digress.
The council I come across, I seldom borrow.
In a deeper pit I drown my tomorrow,
A wordless cut which leads to no gold.
A defenseless tower with no help, just bold.
Back in the maze, with no choice but down.
A new treasure sits waiting to be found.
Jim Gillespie
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