<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Your Gold is Buried</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">No honey on the lake of concrete: <br>A yard of concrete costs a buck, and you can<br>Cover all of the beautiful vineyard <br>For a penny, <br>And the entire hills will roll like a marble<br>Arcade, <br>But I still wish I was in Colorado, <br>Stealing a beautiful mother, <br>Going to get laid; <br>And I loved- I loved a bird.<br>I loved a salamander, so long I loved: <br>Atop the apexes of rotting houses, <br>I loved, <br>Alone: Mermaids and naked creatures undressed<br>Of exoskeletons, <br>Screaming for the pot and without guns or <br>Belt buckles; <br>And nothing but the night is still waiting for me, <br>And the swings are waiting to take me nearer<br>The pine trees’ ankles, <br>While a housewife in South Africa loves me, <br>And I her: <br>And I love the gentle tears you might shed if you<br>Ever thought to climb high enough to get to <br>Where I’ve been, <br>Sharon, <br>Riding the narrow gauge backs of slender trains, <br>Sharon, <br>Because you are the only good muse I know, <br>And I want to make love to you inside blue tents, <br>While hiding a lamp close to your<br>Choreographed backside as it leaps like a fairytale, <br>Because I am mystified by every river of your being, <br>And I most earnestly wish to know<br>Where your gold is buried.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583274" data-title="Where Your Gold is Buried de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="No honey on the lake of concrete: A yard of concrete costs a buck, and you can Cover all of the beautiful vineyard For a penny, And the entire hills will roll like a marble Arcade, But I still wish I was in Colorado, Stealing a beautiful moth..."></div> </div> </div>

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