Heres a poem about gold! and gold dust
Dust always blowing about the town,Except when sea-fog laid it down,
And I was one of the children toldSome of the blowing dust was gold.
All the dust the wind blew highAppeared like god in the sunset sky,
But I was one of the children toldSome of the dust was really gold.
Such was life in the Golden Gate:Gold dusted all we drank and ate,
And I was one of the children told,'We all must eat our peck of gold
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