It’s a type of standard, A sudden rush. You can catch it’s fever Or grind it to dust. It’s the beautiful gift Of fifty years. You take what is ‘mine’ And reduce me to tears. It’s the name of a state Silver cannot compete. It’s a medal, a plate, or even a leaf. Dig for …
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Published on June 14, 2022 06:30