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River of GoldThere is a river of pure gold that winds through the dark forest of my heart. It's wonderful tributaries roam the rocky hills of my soul. It's waterfall of glorious joy falls upon the shores of my mind. Sweetly filling my life with a bouquet of unending love. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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