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Dec 2022
My father knew you.
I am glad that he did
I had everything when I was a kid,
My mother begrudged you,
She gave you, your due,
But I was always…afraid of you,
The worry,
The wonder,
How long would you last?
Always counting,
Hating the math,
Getting,
Taking,
I tried to be brave,
I worked to earn you,
Now…I am a slave,
Covet or loathe,
You are necessary
Broke or rich,
You are still scary!
BLCostello©2022
We all have our own relationship with money. Unfortunately you have never been friends LOL
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
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     guy scutellaro, Eloisa and Julia Celine
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