I dreamt of it once, in a beautiful dream.
Golden sands, were spread, far and wide,
and into a pure white bowl, gold poured inside.
When I find, at days end, what I'm looking for,
I'll drink of it to the full, then return to my door,
with outstretched wings, I'll enrich all inside,
and for the rest of my life, there in peace I'll abide.
Tushie 11/9/12
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