MoneyA Poem by Rubein GeterminahMoney solves too many of life's problem. But it does not solve all.
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Your absence makes me a thrall Accepting insults and calls On this melancholic journey. Money- Your presence makes me a king With subjects fearing my ring Rendering services for taste of my honey. Money- The love of you makes me blind Questing behind enemies’ lines As an unskinny bonny. Money- What if you were vague And the services & wants you give; Could I be funny? © 2017 Rubein GeterminahAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on May 20, 2017 Last Updated on May 20, 2017 Tags: In appreciation, Poverty, Unloved Author
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