Mercer (Berkeley Bred Book 4)

by Grey Huffington

Magic Under the Mud Dig Don't you ever stop Shovel and shove. Hasn't anyone told you? there's magic under the mud A sea of treasure Much too beautiful to be exposed

To visit this exhibition You've got to dig a hole An array of colors Bold and bold Everlasting ethic like the miners, They're still digging for gold Down here, we don't require the Sun's light to look this good Haven't you heard? There's magic under this here mud Tucked deep within the darkness is where we shine It's the shade It's the coolness It's the secrecy That keeps our structure blemish-free And our beauty refined We don't bother Neither do we bite Though we're thankful for the day, Our finest hours are dark like the night Fair warning... Don't bother with gloves,

Somebody should've told you by now, There's mag...