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I wrote this poem as I'm currently suffering from winter gold fever blues:

Gold fever in winter gets bad
'Cause minin’ just ain’t to be had.
No pannin’ to do
Gets me feelin’ blue.
This fever’s sure drivin’ me mad!

So how does a miner stay sane
When f

(Alder Gulch, Virginia City Montana is where I first got bit! I wrote these lines in memory of that fateful day.)

The Alder Gulch Virus, or, Why I Chase The Gold

In days gone by, when just a lad

My sister’s spouse did somethin’ bad

A ghostly town we

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