Practice for a mind to recycle itself, here I stand.
Without my wealth
Treasures hidden
Tongue as sore
Whispers drowning me
Far from shore
I have been
North
I have been West
Yet I see it now
That I was blessed
All these nuggets
Within my lane
Yet greed can drive
A mind
insane
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