Nothing else matters
when we reach the pot of gold
Where wealth is in our palms
and we'll live fabulous and bold
No more vales of tribulation
when the tail meets us with Grace
Where the rainbows end
I'll say it to your face
"We're rich.Tons of gold...the bars of gold
It's true. Not a myth. It's a story untold"
oh, The bell rings and...
My mother shouts like a siren
Come on, it's a new, long...dreary morning :(
©eugene
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