Gold To Mold Poem by Cody O'Hara

Gold To Mold



Gold is like mold

It spreads and takes hold

But instead of in holes

It grows in men's souls

Where light ain't so bright

And greed can create spite

Making people fight

Over their right

To own glorious, shining, golden

Mold

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