but wrote down imitation Keats
or Shelley with a hot piano
but no drums
he thought he had found gold
but it assayed as pyrite
and no one needed
more foolishness
he thought he’d found a crown
but when he put it on, folks saw
a tall cone and put him on a high stool
not a throne
he wandered deeper into the hills
and one day stumbled on a gold streak
whose nuggets rang with Ringo, Eric, and Roy
he smiled and put them back
and wandered deeper
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