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This is another very early poem, written when I was about 8 or 9 - I can't remember exactly.
Iron Pyrite
Gold it reminds me of gold,
Sparkling pirate's gold,
Pieces of eight in sparkling caves.
The name was Iron Pyrite,
Though some call it fools gold,
It was rough and sparkled brightly,
And was very, very old.
A lumpy nose,
Some grey eyes,
And a grin that stays there day and night
Until the world grows old.
