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I have a next door neighbor who's always short of cash This neighbour is aware I have a little stash Every second friday I await his usual knock A three day loan of twenty pounds at exactly 10 oclock. This has become a habit, these loans to my friend Jack I do not mind him asking as he always pays me back He needs some gas and electric, it's not good to go without That and more dubious substances, of that I have no doubt But then it got me wondering, this money I do lend Cash in perpetual motion, seems like it will never end To and fro and back and forth for all eternity Am I the one who lends to him, or does he lend it to me?
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
Money Lender
I have a next door neighbor who's always short of cash This neighbour is aware I have a little stash Every second friday I await his usual knock A three day loan of twenty pounds at exactly 10 oclock. This has become a habit, these loans to my friend Jack I do not mind him asking as he always pays me back He needs some gas and electric, it's not good to go without That and more dubious substances, of that I have no doubt But then it got me wondering, this money I do lend Cash in perpetual motion, seems like it will never end To and fro and back and forth for all eternity Am I the one who lends to him, or does he lend it to me?
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
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