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Oct 2016
Here it comes once again
inspiration overcome
I pick the tokens from the ground
and flip them off my thumb

Flying in the air I see
a spinning ring of gold
while I can catch it again
it is not mine to hold

So with a heavy heart
I drop it to the ground
listening intently
to the clinking sound

As I walk away
notice the rust on my finger
gold doesn't rust
but the thought doesn't linger
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Elizabeth J
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