old slag value, as valuable as Value allows it
Then as a valuable secondary source,
the slag resulted from the gold-bearing
electrolytic mud smelting
contains up to 0.8–15 k g t-1
Au and 9–13 kg t-1 Ag, respectively
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Coal Ash experiments
sorted theories and Soughted formulas.
Coal ash pits using sewage,
sawdust, and other
dissuaded organics
to recreate renewable coal.
Leaves, shredded wood chipped
wood ash, tobacco stalks
straw hat manure compose
all will be mixed and allowed to
cure to recreate a renewable
source for energy.
Racheter l'ancien Walmart du comté de McDowell,
en Virginie-Occidentale, pour créer un nouveau
magasin et contribuer à la relance
de l'industrie charbonnière locale.
Musique pour basson et cor d'harmonie
Ce genre de musique « Ooh Baby »
Childbirth, an act of blase bourgeoisie-
How untrue expression it stand to be
With mother listening to the rhythm of
her dying father's song at noon sleeping?
All noted, supernatural fetishness...
All written, unbelievable forgotten expression.
Our Dibias are home sick without their black cats.
This time, with calabashes filled with dirge
Tales of childhood in African soul.
Takes of their unmerited spiritual failure,
nothing like the weight of a child to the palm,
from hand to lap, to stop the urge from the
longing lower part of the belly...
Nothing taste like child bearing to a mother!
In our bloodshot eyes, we glimpse the vulnerability
that hide itself so well underneath our valuable eyes.
Children are gold, bearing them is an experience
graced perfectly by nature.
Passion lies within its oasis of fate...
Dreams return hope to an unpredictable womb,
Child, a purposeful treasure of a home whose
absent brings hurt and pains.
©John Chizoba Vincent
Cam'god 2017
The Ghost Town
By Elton Camp
When was discovered gold-bearing ore
Droves of people piled in, more and more
All that was necessary they had very soon
General store, blacksmith and a saloon
Customers walked the streets with glee
Delighted at all the false-fronts to see
The town would succeed, ‘twas no doubt
That is, until the gold suddenly ran out
At another place was found the mother lode
Everyone in town then eagerly hit the road
All of the town’s plans, hopes and dreams
Were gone like a morning mist, it seems
The buildings gradually fell into disrepair
All their windows and door open to the air
Its inhabitants left, seeking a better day
But spiders, rats and dust all did stay
Now only tourists will come and stare
At the town that had once been there
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