Finding the hidden
Not meant to be found
Hidden for years
In tombs deep under ground
Some wealthy ancestors
Who wouldn’t let go
Took with them their treasures
When they had to go
A thousand years later
Now rich someone’s made
And all that it took
Was a pick and a spade
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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