In varying shapes of round,
Always a rich, dark brown,
With a spot of lighter tan,
I always called them buckeyes,
And as long as I can remember,
I have really just liked them.
As a child when I found a tree,
With the treasure scattered beneath,
I could be found filling my pockets
With buckeyes till they bulged.
I am not sure why I like them
And it is almost embarrassing
Even today, if I find a tree,
I can be found picking up
These delightful treasures,
In fact, I just found one on my desk,
And I spent a little time just
Admiring the rich brown color,
Perfection.
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