I look at a dollar bill and wonder where it's been,
Examining the many creaces, and the many dents,
Wondering the millions of hands that have touched this dollar bill
Wonderin the many lives this dollar bill has kilt
It's just a peice of paper, but it's value over shun
I wish we could, just get rid of money, and live on GOd's income!
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