Green v2.
August 7, 2008
Green
The relic was cracked upon arrival
The center jewel eyed them suspiciously
Like they were children starving to see the forest
Hopelessly obsessed with the tales of old
Little hands pried frantically at leafy creases
Not heeding value that was chipped away
Pleading with their hurried whispers
They hoped the winking stone might show them
Exactly what they had been looking for all this time.
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Yeah, definitely a good idea to rewrite this one.
Good game, me.
