A WHISPER
REMEMBER
CHRISTMAS IS A WONDROUS TIME
TEA
AUTUMN FALLS AT OUR FEET
Poetry Poem
SUMMER
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MONEY
Be the route of all things evil
Be the devil incarnate
What lengths will some folk go to
Their material lives to satiate
Why can't they understand
All objects with goodness bound
Cost precisely nothing
And are very easily found
How much the price to see a smile
On someone's woeful face
The greetings of a kindly word
With hatefulness not a trace
And what the cost to present a flower
To a person near and dear
That whole enchanting ritual
Seems completely to have disappeared
Money isn't everything
The be all and the end
Though some mistakenly think so
Only to themselves they can pretend
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