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Money,the universal language for


Money, the universal language for happiness, Money, the international reason for terror, Money, the medium that's lacked in those who need it, and in abundance for those who know no true will, the will and drive to learn and make something of yourself, Money, something students like me would cry and die for, and crippled by, due to the limit and cap for distribution, Money, something I long for for my future, Money, something I don't have.
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DavonJ
Im sure a lot of people can relate to your poem. I know I can.

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