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Gold Fever

Now rest your weary eyes, For the long day is through. You sought a golden prize, Under skies of azure blue. The pebbles in the sand, Were the riches to seek. Born of this fertile land, Panned from a crystal creek. Many months you did toil, By the sweat of your back. While your skin would broil, And your joints would crack. Brought wealth beyond your dreams, Able to write a hefty check. And even sadly as it seems, Placed a weight around your neck. Atop your ivory tower, With your ego overblown. Chose to leverage your power, Which left you all alone. The eulogy of your time, What a predictable shame. Your funeral so sublime, But not a soul ever came.

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