Golden Gate Poem by gold ziprebo
Golden Gate
It is bright, it shine in darkness, It is pure and white like snow, It is original not catafit, It is superior not inferior, It makes all man yarn for it and every woman crave for it, Oh how can one miss it for anything in the world! Everyone want to have it at all cost.But unfortunatly money cannont buy it, We must make it they cried out! But how can we get there? How we get to that golden gate?
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