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Nov 2011
For many years ive wanted.. a live so rich for me
it all went round the table that cash would be the cream
yet ..as ive grown much older i now know what i know
that im the richest of them all and this is how it goes

I looked around my fellow drivers all in their fancy cars
and thought....i have one like that ..
its battered..old and falls apart
yet whilst they're busy working im nowhere to be found
cause im home with family thats what its all about

fancy jeans ...i have a pair no label ...but do i really care
but.. they do the job of many ...strange as it may sound
yes my shoes look messy... no Jimmy choos they aint
but im home for tea each night to hug my son ..im proud

I may not be a millionaire in eyes of bankers wifes
yet i have .. much much more that money cannot buy
see wealth is classed by how your missed and not the car you drive
shame that some dont see that... as life just passed them bye
andy fardell
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