A look of rusticity was seen,
as viewers passed by but no one hurtled
All they saw was their vim,
while a Ruby laid on a rubble.
They’ve all been there, but none has seen,
diggers dug deep but their eyes hurdled.
Still, a ruby laid to dare a sense so keen,
and leer minds so skilled to dawdle and tumble.
On a hovel she still laid before a team,
players with a mind that muddles and fumbles.
She waited for a smile that's pure and lovely,
and if the truth was never muzzled,
a Ruby on a rubble she laid,
but saw that no one puzzled.
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