Treasure Island

Cory Fox

(Bakersfield, California)

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Quintet I: 'Blind'

Should gold be had from lead
Forge me a lavish crown
Because it need not be said
What makes the world go round

'Try and fill my cup with empathy,
Or to this starving belly stave, '
What silly beggars rant and rave '
Dust to dust, you can't fight the symmetry, '

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