Rushing Out West
He’s rushing out West…got the itch.
and sluicing for gold…will be rich.
Took tumble out gate,
For such was man’s fate —
Cold rush of the gold up his ditch.
1/12/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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