Gold And Money Poem by James McLain

Hello lovelies,

Golden are the nuggets on your tongue
this morning..you thought I forgot about you..
heaven is for the patient of virtue and yours
is gone into the cave of golden dreams
of boulder size nuggets of gold where
I do keep them safe in you chest of milk so fine of taste..
Money from the sale of the nuggets Is safe as well..
though I fear the rest of our nuggets have been seized
by unscrupulous police as they were found at mickey d's...
golden is there hue..for you in glory of us to eat when
next we are there..untill..lovingly..I always..
am in you...always..) it(s food..: ) it(

) it(s in you to..: )