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Apr 20
There she stood with a gun at my head,
Taking the cash out of my wallet.
I wondered if she was someone’s girlfriend,
Or even someone’s Mother.
I now see Money Girls everywhere,
Pretending  to love you for money,
Pretending  to care for you for cash.
And if that doesn’t work they will
put a gun in your ribs.
Oh you have to love the Money Girls,
After all they were taught by the Money Boys.
David Wakeling
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David Wakeling
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