MoneyA Poem by Craig ThomasMoney slips through my fingers in a way I understand but in spite of all my grasp of dough I cannot save a grand I can see where its all going but haven't got a clue of how to stop my wasteful ways It simply will not do I have too many hobbies Too many things adore I buy, I hoard ,I harvest I order, I collect, I store I want too many things Things I simply need Because when someone else has got one Inside me plants a seed So I'm going to change my fabric and I don't mean buy more clothes I'm cutting my cloth more suitably and delivering a suite of nos I'm going to start tomorrow It's not a good time today As I, am currently winning Three auctions on ebay
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1 Review Added on November 21, 2011 Last Updated on November 21, 2011 AuthorCraig ThomasManchester, Whitefield, United KingdomAboutFamily guy, bit of a techie hound, like comedy, sports and magic. Thrive on activity. more..Writing
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