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Geneva Aileen Smith

(San Antonio, Texas, USA)

Broke


You are not broke when your money is gone,
If you can whistle a toon as you travel along.
You are not broke if you have good health,
Nickels, dimes and dollars, that is not wealth;
When the road you have traveled comes to an end
You are bankrupt, if you say "I have no friend."
If you have someone to love and someone to care,
You are not broke, You are a Millionaire!

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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