Piles of Gold

In our lives we all see lots of gold
but we find that it’s quite hard to hold
if we pile it up high
it’ll fall on us – we’ll die;
at least that’s a thing I’ve been told.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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