TREZOR’S KEY
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ROCK RIDDLE
I look like a dull lump, trying not to be noticed among my friends.
But inside, you’d be amazed.
With walls that shimmer with bands of pink and earthy orange.
My lips are sealed, as I hide what grows inside.
Open.
Is all you need to see, to know that you have found me.
LOCATION RIDDLE
As we learned to play hide and seek,
There were places not meant for the meek,
But rest assured I can be found,
Just sitting on mostly level ground,
I am a rock living with many friends,
Near rows of VINs that mark a quiet end.
As formations bend and weave,
I sit near water that moves beneath the leaves.
You’ll pass me by to cast for fins,
Where dammed-up silence hums within.
Not born of time, but built by men,
A river stopped, then spread again.
You can speak of Paris, as if it was near,
Where Pat Mayse sometimes shines calm and clear.
I may lie near his streams,
Yet the closer you look, the further I may be.
I won’t be easy to find,
There isn’t much within this rhyme.
It may be that you’ll need all the keys,
But I will wait until you can find me.
PRESS START TO BEGIN YOUR QUEST
© 1978
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