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1117

A Mine there is no Man would own
But must it be conferred,
Demeaning by exclusive wealth
A Universe beside—

Potosi never to be spent
But hoarded in the mind
What Misers wring their hands tonight
For Indies in the Ground!

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 12 Oct 2008 1:45 PM | Viewed: 4953 times

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