Solid Gold Or Sold Poem by Madrason .

Solid Gold Or Sold



Honey and Sweet
and money make bad.
Silk on your feet
and all men will grow mad.
Glitter and gold
make a heart grow so cold.
Diamonds and pearls
in your eyes when your sad;

For the Arab your sold
to you'll do as your told
to......!

Madrason 8 dec 2014

Monday, December 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: glory
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Madrason .

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waalwijk netherlands
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