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Nov 21
Money
It’s not that funny
It buys bread and honey
And when it’s sunny
It’s free
You soak it up
You see
Money though
As you probably know
Slips through our fingers
The debt still lingers!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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