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She has a heart of gold.
No I think. She was a witch to me.
I want to get as many golden things in this bathroom as I can.
I shudder; hating all the mismatched gold that is already there.

This gold coin came from my grandmother’s. 
Is it worth anything? Maybe. But it is too late to ask grandma.
She probably kept it for some reason. 
Too bad you did not talk to her when she was alive.

A solid gold Christmas tree. You should see it!
I have no desire, but I do want to see the gold butter cow.
She is molded out of pure butter
Living at the Iowa State Fair every single year.

Misers all of you. Wanting more and more gold.
Collecting it from the N.R.A. 
At the expense of lots of innocent people
Who will die thanks to your AK’s and your lack of concern.

Gold – more important than lives.
We would have never guessed this in the 60’s.
Or the 70’s, or the 80’s. 
What has happened?  Gold over lives. Sadly.

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