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Ode to Money

October 6, 2014
By Spartica300 BRONZE, Andrews, North Carolina
Spartica300 BRONZE, Andrews, North Carolina
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O sweet money, how I love thee
With your paper made from an innocent tree
They say you can’t make men glad
But they are just plain mad

When I see you I smile
Like I haven’t seen you in awhile
Through pain and strife
You gave me a life

Houses, boats, girls and far much more
Then I woke up on the bathroom floor
A dream it was, faded in the mist
O sweet money, you will be missed



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