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Jan 2015
Me Gold
I lost the *** of me gold.
They came from near and far.
To the end of the rainbow looking for me gold.
1pot 2pots they run with it all.
And now with it gone all I can say is.
I want me gold.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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