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money its only paper

money worries

always having them

makes your day astray

always on your mind at the wrong time

everyone who is rich

your creating jelousness

wishing that would be you

you try

and you try

but never suceed

so you have money worries that control your life

inspite of what u are

your true self

your life

your happiness

everywere you go

your body moves slow

when

when will this happen

when

when

will it be

when

when

will you see

that its only paper

or object that is there

but it is everywhere

i am here

not scared

not confused

not struggling without a dollar in my pocket....

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Written by
james-michael-banker
American
Published
Aug 14, 2010
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