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the echo of strings from the busy street it rings as rosiny dust fills the air a melody, calm, slow, almost still a lone pigeon stops to stare    
There is a gas manager named Hank, Who puts his currencies in a bank. He values handling propane Over him handling methane. He stuffs his work shirt with a gas tank.
Cowboy skeleton Succeeds in all stock markets But rages too much.
When the businessman arose from slumber He marched toward the front door Unaware of his problems Focused only on his daily chores   Off to work he went
I know life can be uneasy. It's not what it's always deemed to be, But you know that it can be, see, Your parents taught you all that you know, 
There is a rich Wall Street investor Who is a digital wealth master. One day, crypto prices rise, Thinking that selling is wise, He lost and faces a sequester.
Bits, Bits. It's digital reaching everybody. Use money without middlemen. My bits!
There is an abnormal businessman Who is a corporate partisan. He taints all oceans with oil, Which contaminates the soil. Afterwards, he is a garbageman.
Introverted and maybe a little perverted I stay inside my room with no plans for returnin' My life is going down and it seems like its burnin'
Every day is a new day.  This only means that the sorrows of yesterday are now in the past. What bothered me then feels so close yet so far away.  
The man walked across the street and picked up a can out of a recycling bin. He placed the can in a plastic bag in his shopping cart. It was dark out. He had a long white beard.  
resposible and inpendent  preparing to my own rent  not afraid of new beginnigs  keeping my optimstic attutude, I'll never stop grinning  senior in high school  working hard not to be another misguided fool
It started in the blazing heat of a Florida December, a Puerto Rican madre and a bowl of arroz con grandules. The beginning. Rolling r's like hills in Arkansas,
It started in the blazing heat of a Florida December, a Puerto Rican madre and a bowl of arroz con grandules. The beginning. Rolling r's like hills in Arkansas,
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
I can see me Kicking it in Nashville Strolling down Music Row Willing to shake some hands Make some deals and become part of the big show Working backstage at the concert of the season
A good man goes to war and I am the one willing to fight. The court my battle field, where words are my weapons, Existing not as knives or guns but as bombs.
Money had is not money earned, Money used is not happiness gained.   Money gained means money lost. A business brands you with their label,  money you've lost is money they've gained.   
My dream... to work in an office. An office where everyone is dressed in suits, blazers, skirts, slacks, heels, and loafers.
From the time I was small, I was obsessed with the mall,In pre-school, I cared what I wore.I laid all my clothes on the bed every day,They had to be pressed, that’s for sure.
One day it sat
Studying Pre-Med Always loved fitness and health Never second-guessed   An epiphany Wanted something much greater Much second-guessing   Coined Freckled Nettles
Welcome to college students, this is the life! Our campus is banging and full of spice. Our student to professor ratio make classes great. Come on in we will hold the gate. Now I am here I am on my own.
  Birth a lottery, potential of life. First glance, our ruler, now starting this strife. Building foundation, brightest epoch, earth schemes, First lessons roaring, rise above our drowned screams. Obey.
Blood sucking parasites
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