Near the foreign fancy farmland
Up against the hard looking ground
I found a book
Which doesn't seem to me at first
A book, for it has many things
That cannot be found in a normal book
But I chose to call it a book
For it was written in pages
But unlike every other book
I found it difficult to get
Over this book even after reading
It over and over again
It took me years literally
To figure out what it is
That I am to do with this book
Not until recently that I
Came to a conclusion that this
Wasn't only a book but a map
One of which I have got
To keep with me forever
Then it dawned on me
That what I have found
Over the years, wasn't just
A book and a map
But a treasure also..
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