hills.
I am sure of it.
I can feel it,
the way people feel a
storm coming on.
But,
I am not the only one on the streets of your boom town,
claiming
there's gold in them hills.
Between he and I,
this town isn't
big enough for the both of us.
Only one of us can strike it rich.
Only one of can stake a claim.
Only one,
and my prospects are good.
And if it is fools gold,
so be it,
for I am fool.
I have my pick and shovel.
I have my matches
and dynamite-
and this town will go boom,
one way or the other.
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