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From The Tips Of My Fingers ©
There's too much emphasis
placed on money these days.
The rich get richer and win,
the poor slob loses again&again.
I say we all start living in tents,
then have no need for all that:
the rich man for power invents.
We get cold we'll huddle together,
and never worry about their
heating costs in bad weather.
But we're just simple folk
in their mad schemes.
We just throw our money
into their bulging pockets:
we don't know better it seems.
They're only fooling
themselves my friend.
For we'll end up
with more in the end.
Cause riches aren't
measured by money alone.
They're measured by us
simple folk who put:
our heart in our home!
{repeat after me again&again....this is an earned opinion}
Copyright ©2006~S@L~
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