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Created on: June 30, 2008
Money
If all you ever do
all the whole day long
is work to fill your wallet
then your life has went all wrong.
Why toil for the temporary?
Why let paper dictate your life?
America revolves around the dollar,
which is it's only vibe.
You hear it resonate in the streets,
the vibe of capitalism at it's peak.
The hearbeat of America is this beat
but friends there is more to life.
Money, what a fickle thing,
Work all day to get it
so that you can buy things
that don't matter anyway.
Rust, rot, decay take these things away,
so why not pursue eternal things.
Things to possess beyond the grave.
things that bless all mankind, such as love.
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