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Apr 2014
Money grows on trees
But sometimes
The ground gets dry
And there is nothing to spend
Except what you buy.

Money grows on trees
It surrounds them
Tenners underneath the leaves
Of what a fool believes.

Money is easy to get
But so hard to get
Buy, sell or let
Every purchase is a bet.

Money ain't love
But we all love money
And we'll join the revolution
once it's revolved
And we are the problem
The revolution must solve.
Cliffy Buglione
Written by
Cliffy Buglione  north london
(north london)   
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