Poem-
Gold! Gold! Gold!
Gold!
Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright
and yellow, hard and cold
Molten
graven, hammered and rolled
Hard to
get and heavy to hold
Hoarded, bartered,
bought and sold,
Stolen,
borrowed, squandered, doled
Spurned
by the young, but hugged by the old.
To the
very edge of the churchyard mold.
Gold!
Gold! Gold! Gold!
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