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[aid] => mick
[title] => Goldminers dream
[time] => 2009-06-18 05:25:06
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[bodytext] => Big open fire out in the cold a sparkling isle for them to behold when the day is done mining for gold whiskey breathes and stories are told Pan through the day coffee at night stoke the fire keep warm with the light cooling embers raise inflight soup is free and money is tight no gold today only a glitch still hoping to strike it rich dig a hole with our hand the use of shovels have been banned summer is here the creek dried up pack up the tent and go on the hunt find our camp and light our fire watch our cloths dry on the wire morning pan rubble and stool I`VE STUCK GOLD..................no it`s only a fool sold my horse so we can eat sold my horse to buy some meat old and crippled skinless hand 50 years of mud and sand time and age have taken there toll but wait......................................................EUREAKA!!!!!!!!!!!! ive struck gold!!:)) [comments] => 0 [counter] => 203 [topic] => 43 [informant] => shanat [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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