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Made To Be Gold

There are those times when I can't absorb Anything anyones sayin' Now is that time Am fallin' behind usually by now- I'd be prayin. What do they say and is it ok? Wonder when feet are so cold. Are they a-lovin or are they a-shovin- potential- made to be gold? Does this make sense or is it intense? Haven't slept; not a wink. Am goin to bed for i am half dead, Seriously, am on the blink. Before i do go just want you to know- now tired and feelin so old. though watch out tomorrow, I'll bounce back from this sorrow ... for... Potential Is Made to be gold.

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