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Money To Buy
Money to buy,
and people to spend.
Nothing all day,
but all is pretend.
I need a new break,
to stroll or to ski,
to save me from tiresome
jobs that I see.
House like a palace.
Friends are like slaves.
Everything bores me
or annoys up my days.
I'm tired of the dishwasher,
and Internet stuff.
I tut at the money.
It's never enough.
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