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The Wonders of Life


Early mornings and late nights,Swiping the card to clock in.But in the end I just might,Come home with a fantastic win.
I became a Senior in High School,To which money I need not save.But now realizing my golden rule,Without it, debts into my grave.
Money is what I want!Money is what I need!Not to carry and flaunt,Or to mislead with greed.
I was always toldHappiness is not determined by cost.Whether young or old,Love is what never can be lost.
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