to grasp at gossamer threads in a gale
to catch music in the palm of you hand
to see a whisper or taste sunshine
writing whimsical wish lists
of the things we hope to have
so we search for silver linings
greedier for a glint
than the grimiest prospector
tie our treasures up in ribbons
smile over fool's gold
while we die hungry and cold
because of this false bill of goods
we were sold
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