Naive to think the upturned earth
Disgorged the spoils of the Spanish mains.
We’re landlocked here. For what they’re worth,
Wormcasts abound. Rewarded by rains,
Robins rejoice in booty, loot
They’re engineered both to digest
And to expect. With wormy fruit,
The unimaginative do best.
Tough to play pirate with these clumps.
Compress them into diamonds, sure--
I did that every day and proved
Mountains by increments were moved.
Nothing comes easy but the pure
Projected source of perfect dumps.
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