Pioneer Press Treasure Hunt — January 2003

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Clue #1

A crueler crew we never knew
Than those whose barbs have stung us
Faith be anew, here's your first clue:
The puck, it's parked among us.

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Clue #2

Standing here, you can see, so clear
A view of our Capitol dome.
If it's treasure you seek, nearby you should peek
And you may see our medallion's home.

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Clue #3

Keep yourself warm, away from the storm
Even in the dead of winter.
Wide as triple E, our door will always be
Open to all who enter.

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Clue #4

The coldest star will guide you far
In finding the puck this year
The red white and blue is a lovely clue
Your legions should hold dear

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Clue #5

Treasure Hunt lifer, prepare to cipher
This one's yours to keep.
Was it two or three, they seem not to agree
When St. Paul made a great leap.

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Clue #6

Of course we all know there's not too much snow
To cover the place where it's lying
But do not dismay, we'll find a way
To stick it where the sun ain't shining.

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Clue #7

Rid of the man she ran and ran,
They say she was quite the talker.
A carpenter's beau—many said so—
Neared the finish with a walker.

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Clue #8

Head on out, have not a doubt
A good time to take a stroll
Gab aloud with the hunting crowd
Lure me precious to your soul

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Clue #9

Here's a who done it, now you've begun it
To solve this mystery of sorts
If I were a sleuth, I'd search for the truth
By playing this greatest of sports

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Clue #10

With a car, you don’ t get far
And a horse would get you nowhere.
But celebrate, it’ s not too late
For round and round, you’ ll get there.

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Clue #11

Who hears a who? Search a park with a zoo
Better yet, cross the street from the sculptures.
It’s a little bit cool for a dip in the pool
But a woodsy course will feed you vultures.

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Clue #12

The last of our clues will put leaves on your shoes
And should lead you straight to the goods.
Between Como and Horton, a place fit for courtin’ ,
Is a dense stand of tumbledown woods.

From the old fireplace, look north and pace
Over hillocks that give cyclists pleasure.
The last row of humps faces some fallen-down stumps
Forty paces from the last hill to the treasure.

Fallen trees mark the spot, look low - now you’ re hot!
Do not lose your Minnesota Nice.
If you’re in the fine fettle, you’ ll discover the medal
Next to timber, under leaves, encased in ice.

TC Treasure