Gold is a precious metal.
A man brought some gold.
Which became old.
He wants to be bold
to save some gold.
Sold all problem’s by being bold.
And sold all the gold with-out being cold.
Made a mold with-out a fold.
Told his Friends to hold the mold.
Scolded his Friends for breaking the mold.
Friends of him are proud of him for the world wants his gold from him.
That makes mold.
Got a load of mold to sell.
Scrolled the mold’s to be more beautiful.
Bringing a satisfactory mind in full.
Their poverty it killed.
All where awards for their skill’s.
Repeated this as a drill.
Strong he grow’s in his will.
With all his gold.
He nor gold became old.
For both are dried in the fire.
He tried the gold
and god tried him.
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