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in a state of disuse the old gold mine stood   as the cost of retrieving it twas not financially viable miners back in the days of the gold rush had abandoned their panning sites skeletons of gold cradles lain by the creek edge the flecks of gold had become a dream the grandest of illusions with the advent of modern mining techniques the old mine had life giving oxygen put back into it again a company from Sydney commenced quarrying along the creek's ore vein good quality gold   twas retrieved a bounty of abundance which shone so vividly if the old miners of yesterday were around to-day they'd be quoting these words in a most affirming way... thought nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass of glory in the flower
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
Thought Nothing Can Bring Back The Hour. Of Splendor In The Grass, Of Glory In The Flower.
in a state of disuse the old gold mine stood   as the cost of retrieving it twas not financially viable miners back in the days of the gold rush had abandoned their panning sites skeletons of gold cradles lain by the creek edge the flecks of gold had become a dream the grandest of illusions with the advent of modern mining techniques the old mine had life giving oxygen put back into it again a company from Sydney commenced quarrying along the creek's ore vein good quality gold   twas retrieved a bounty of abundance which shone so vividly if the old miners of yesterday were around to-day they'd be quoting these words in a most affirming way... thought nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass of glory in the flower
ElizabethSquires
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
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