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Sep 05, 2007
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Money
You can’t buy happiness
but if I had the cash,
I’d find out what the price was
and pay it in a flash.
They say money’s just an object
that it can’t set you free,
but I can’t think of one person
opposed to a spending spree.
I don’t need a fortune
I just want a share,
and if I’d end up miserable
that’d be my cross to bear.
So everyone send a dollar
or any amount to my address,
and when I’m rich and miserable
I’ll try to sort out my own mess!
— docmaverick, Sep 05, 2007
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weirdelf
18 years 9 months ago
I giggled out loud!
IKnowNoBox
18 years 8 months ago
A paupers verse most Definatly