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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 Jun 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.01.19.46.23296]] |
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Band of gold, perfect gold round Sitting in the wooden box In for a penny, in for a pound With little trinket filled with rocks First has found it's way to child To give to his first wife Second gathers dust bunnies wild Pawnshop promises of Alaskan life Funny how gold shines through dust With unmistakable glow No tarnish, oxidation or rust Reflection of love to grow I'll buy another one someday To put on left third finger Once I have finally found a way To be sure I've hit a dinger Game winning run is in the bleachers Fair wind takes it over wall I'll say goodbye to all the reachers For my last love will take my all |