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Money


Money, money and money, all day is about money. Money this, money that, Why not give me some money, for me? Can you not see how hard of a worker I am? She asks for a five dollar, he asks for a ten dollar and they ask for a larger amount! ARGH! Can she, or he and they not see how much of a hard worker I can be? Money, money and money, all day, every day is about money. Money this and money that, Why not give me some money, for me? She said I am greedy, He said I am selfish, and they said I am obnoxious. I’m not greedy, or am I selfish and obnoxious, I am very emotional to speak. I pity for her, him and them. Money, money, and money, all day, every day they would say, “Do you have some money?” Money this and money that, I cannot ignore the fact that they are broke, I have to give them the money. Will you consider me as a free-giver? Will you say I am a reasonable person? Or will you say I am generous? And may be a thank you for the money? Money, money and money, all day, every day is about money. Money this and money that, She got her money, he got his and they got it all! Now I am the one who needs pity. Money, money and money. Money is so greedy. Don’t you think?
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