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Treasure Chest
Treasure Chest
When you move east and west
With no time, no rest
At that, you come upon a big treasure chest.
It was made for you
With the next jolly clue.
It was made from no other
Than colors and sketch.
Your next move, it points to the old- new riddle.
But, to get the next move you
choose, but please don’t fiddle.
Very, very good luck on the
Big- long...
Thursday 26th November 2020 7:04 am
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