The Gold Rush
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Abbigail Garbellini , Grade 5
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Poetry
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2022
Hours drag to days,
Eureka I have found it!
The gold rush begins.
Smelly people everywhere,
You roar, your gold gone…
Where did it go?
Mining under the blazing sun,
Your throat parched,
You move, a new place,
It all starts again.