Blues Poem-Gold’s Change

 

Right on the Yuma River she searched for gold,
One pellet of the precious rock and her soul will be sold,
To the highest bidder.
Her quest for riches lasted through the night,
But not one gram of life change was in sight.
Her dreams withered.

 

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