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The Root of EvilWe look at money like a toy, Of personal pleasure and joy; Buying what we say is need, When really a desire of greed. A craving to urge as it wants, Burning within while it taunts; As the greed wins out to get, Even though you go into debt. So suddenly you feel the ills, For in the mail come the bills; Owing more than you make, Thinking of it to be a mistake. Money is the root of all evil, Through greed from the devil; We forget that God supplies, For every need that applies. Every bird flying in the air, He ensures enough to share; As well as everyone on earth, In an abundance of our worth. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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