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Jun 2016
Money for food
Money for housing
Money for transport
Money for warmth

Money for the council
Money for insurance
Money for clothing
Money for washing

Money for watching
Money for joining
Money for making
Money for living

Money
Money
Money
Money

What comes in
Goes straight on out
What goes out
Goes somewhere

Somebody somewhere
Is getting
Rich
Whilst I
Seem to be getting poor

I have my family
I have my bed
I have some things that others don’t
I have my pride
And I have my dignity
And I have hope
Hope

To build up my account with hope
And widen my circle of friends
Is
And will be
The greatest gift
Of all
29th June 2016
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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