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Jun 10, 2009
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WOODEN NICKELS
WOODEN NICKELS
Your money
Your life
With wooden nickels
A poor mans love
You try to buy
The big cars
The ride
To the county club
To hear the praises
Like counterfeit
Money it is a worthless
Piece of paper
New toys
A new hair cut
Bigger house
And still
No purpose
In your life
To spend
For that poor mans love
To end
— press, Jun 10, 2009
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Rett
16 years 12 months ago
Excellent Press
press
16 years 12 months ago
right dad
Rett
16 years 12 months ago
Absolutely son