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Apr 2012
And there comes a time when the boys will stop flipping gold
As though it were dimes, pennies or quarters
When the men would step in and ****** the gold away and say
"Son, thou shalt not play with such value as though it be worthless"
Then perhaps the gold may be saved, swiftly put in the pockets of men
In exchange of some quarters, pennies and dimes to some boys.
Written by
Ange Paye
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