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Money


The all mighty dollar What is a dollar People use a dollar to buy food They use me to buy food Do I look like food? I am just a dollar I'm used to buy so many things What do people really know about me I have a home, a family A dollar, yet I have no choice in how I am used If I had a choice, I would use myself for good Yet people want to use me for evil I am just a dollar Yet this is what I say Stay away from me if you are evil Admittedly I have no say Yet when you use me, I will make you pay
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