Gold is leather seats in a car, and a golden pipe in a sewer and gold feels like a smooth, soft ring.

Gold is the taste of fresh pineapple and very sour lemons.

Gold smells like dirty money and gold smells like the brand new necklace. 

Gold makes me feel souless on a very cold winter day and gold makes me feel very happy when I get to go to a birthday.

Gold is the sound of gold chains ringing and money falling all over the floor.

Gold is heaven and California the two places that I will love forever.

Gold is the color that I strive for everyday and reminds me of the shining sun.

This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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