Fool's Gold (Giving Up The Ghost)A Poem by PeteThe cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run. - Thoreauthey seek to tether my neck with their gilded noose © 2025 PeteAuthor's Note
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