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by Scott Cole Nov 7, 2015 category : Nature, environment / nature
Some say that I'm lucky Yeah maybe that's true, But I'm one in a million So I'm really hard to view. I'm so easy to overlook Cause I blend in real well, You may think you see me But it's extremely hard to tell. All my brothers and sisters They conceal my whereabouts, I'm hidden in here somewhere And you may have your doubts. For you must have patience And a great set of eyes, Cause I'm very hard to spot With my camouflage disguise. If you search high and low All across the ground floor, I'm much easier to discover If you can count to four. Your eyes may get blurry I may get on your nerves, But if you should give up Then I will never emerge. Every once in a blue moon My very presence is found, And I'm plucked from my spot My spot off the ground. Now my future looks bleak What will ever happen to me, Let me just hold my breath And remain patient and see. To some I'm a special prize And I'm put on display, But to others I'm useless And packed up or thrown away. Yeah some say that I'm lucky Like I have told you before, Yeah lucky if you don't find me I hate flat books and cold floors.
by Mr. Darcy
Hi Scott, another gem here. I read recently that although rare; there are people who collect these One person has tousands of them. Well done. Michael