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Goldminers dream
Contributed by
shanat
on
Thursday, 18th June 2009 @ 05:25:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Big open fire out in the cold
a sparkling isle for them to behold
when the day is done mining for gold
whiskey breathes and stories are told
Pan through the day coffee at night
stoke the fire keep warm with the light
cooling embers raise inflight
soup is free and money is tight
no gold today only a glitch
still hoping to strike it rich
dig a hole with our hand
the use of shovels have been banned
summer is here the creek dried up
pack up the tent and go on the hunt
find our camp and light our fire
watch our cloths dry on the wire
morning pan rubble and stool
I`VE STUCK GOLD..................no it`s only a fool
sold my horse so we can eat
sold my horse to buy some meat
old and crippled skinless hand
50 years of mud and sand
time and age have taken there toll
but wait......................................................EUREAKA!!!!!!!!!!!!
ive struck gold!!:))
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2009-06-18 05:25:06] (Date/Time posted on
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