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deep beneath the earth a secret lies,

although everyone tries,

no one can find what cries,

Its cold and wet,

nobody has found me yet.

I'm the only one who knows where I am

so good like finding me, come and get me if you can.

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people finding gold left and right

but for me there's none in sight.

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The transfer of gold into money equals stability,

Comforting for those who found it to have financial flexibility

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He’s name

Was Mike

The one who got

Shoot in the head

The one who stuck it

Rich my best friend R.I.P

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my biggest worry is that if I get in trouble I'll have to pay double

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Is gold real or

is it fake

Or maybe it is

The luck I take

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heavy to get and light to hold

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Canvas are set up all over the place,

Some people's time comes to a waste

Picks and pans are scattered around,

Plenty of riches are never found,

Because they're hidden beneath the ground.

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Glistening gold hid

Like a kid

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cause you never known when the bullet

from a rifle

will

last in the

sky

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"Ouch" the bees are stinging

As the bells keep on ringing

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sizzling hot sweat beads down my soul

I cry I cry liquefied gold

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gold glimmers like the sky

as a small fly comes by.

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I started this disgraceful journey on November,

What's the date? I can't remember.

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pickaxes striking like a lightning strike

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People always steal from my canvas tent

A bark hut is what I had to rent

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Hoping to find the shiny medal called gold

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my dreams a                        are being shattered as my heart sings the blues

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The sun is beaming

"Eureka" the diggers are screaming

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Gold buried people dying after trying wind of horror, the cries of diggers despair, all hope is lost no where on earth will people find the dreams of gold in the deepest of soil.

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all I see is the sea

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𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖

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𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙

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I wish I could float away at night

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Golden dreams slowly fade away, prospectors persist to strike it rich!

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And two things are having a fight

The war of hope and greed

Jaxson.M

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All quiet and still, no more pickaxes to strike the hill.

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Bark huts spreading

Where diggers

And miners sleep

Day by day

Chasing the golden dream

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Gold hides from the miners, no one to see, miners head into the mine,"oh no there's a bee!"

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Greedy Gold commissior will take it right away

-Elijah rigor

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The scorching sun beats down on my neck

All I want is just a speck

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As canvas tents covered the earth there

No more than a cent of worth,

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Some diggers were dying and some were trying

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The wind would gust from the hole in the wall as he stared in awe into the abyss of the dark hall

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In 1851 the news did fly

A piece of gold beneath the sun light.

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The wind presses in,

a wild frantic scream,

the wind gives in

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The erri cry of a bouncing baby.

Ivy.A

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𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉

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𝕱𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖌𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖆𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊.

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All i can hear is the glistening gold

Calling my name.

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I wonder,I wonder will there still be a speck of gold just for me.

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the gold was like a fortune, waiting to be found

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My life is a tiny hole

By Isabella.carbone

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our luck starts to fade like dying trees

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Shiney gold waiting on hold.

Ivy.A

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗

𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚗

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My pan full of  tiny suns which shine so high

Like golden fortunes in the sky

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Joy and despair walk side by side in the goldfields there’s nothing to hide

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Ugh,this gold mining my back is literally dying

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all he wanted was a rest

he is trying his best but not fitting in with the rest

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Painting pictures of that golden gleam

Going through my head

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People sprinting as fast as a cheetah to win the gold the first place winner.

Ivy.A

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙'𝕤 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕤,

𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕚𝕞

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All i can hear is the glistening gold

Calling my name.

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I dream of finding lots of gold,

to have a fortune that's untold

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Memories hanging by the wall the rotting bark hut says it all

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gold glistened everyday the joy of getting found faded away

Ava Borg

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Deyako -_-

Canvas tents covering the ground

With a sea of tents nothing is found

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the golden dreams flow away like the sound of pickaxes running away

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An ocean of canvas tents corrupted the land

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John tries to cope but with each minute that passes by he slowly loses hope.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚢

𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚢-

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The Gold Was Always Hiding, Under a Blanket I Could Never Seem To be Finding

-Ruby Stivala

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𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕

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𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕖, 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕕. ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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But whom is this devious and daunting man hiding my gold in his cobwebbed tomb

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Bathurst,Bendigo,Ballarat,Ophir

these are the places

getting taken over

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from owning a canvas that smelt like rotten fish

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pickaxes hitting the ground like their wrestling with the ground

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Everyone was walking with a pan in there hand to sift through the sand

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Miners bought a pan and headed to the local dam.

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𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕘 

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𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕘𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕕.

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𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 

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𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚢

𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢

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Gold fulfils power but brings along greed...

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gold gleamed like the sun

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Unfolding the choices of greed in the moist muddy riverbed that lies.

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The Diggers wandered around like a Clown not knowing they can make a few pounds but in there pockets there is no license to be found.

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And the thought if he will ever strike it rich

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The Gold was always hiding, under a blanket I could never seem to be finding

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ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ d r e a m s l i k e b u t t e r f l i e s w i t h b r o k e n w i n g s

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The wealth of gold cures my health as the Commonwealth holds my last breath.

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Many diggers missing their grannies,

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Gleaming gold giggles

as I climbed just to find a

nickel

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Beams of light in the bright,

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the miner, now full of greed

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Birds fly high

. . .So Did his hope. . .

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People dig for it people die for it.

The calf half dead while the diggers heads were spining while gold was killing.

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miners dreams started to fold

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Alluvial gold is worth a fortune

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treasures buried beneath the ground, sweet riches are unfound.

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Miners without a crown.

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arms of work all in sweat, i sit down tired and out of breath, i take a breath in and out

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all the gold hides from the desperate miners

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It can bring happiness or sadness there's always two sides

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The swing sat lonely in the darkness of the park useless until it was useful.

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You can ignite a fire inside of you or pour water on it.

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Gold is all about life, but sometimes it makes us strife.

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Gold rises like a Phoenix from the ashes,

What will thine gain from golden chances,

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Shiny, silky-looking pans

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Sweat dripped on my face,

while playing this gold race

tired hands holding pans,to find gold

-Alesund

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hours being spent money being gained, making a fortune

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Muddy grounds,

And stolen pounds,

Dusty pans,

And blistered hands.

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Hopeful diggers, Hopeless lies.