Money Poem by vsgk vasanth

Money

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money makes the mare go,
money makes the mare go.
money makes to covert,
money make to divert.
money makes to buy,
money makes to die.
where money is precious,
there peace is worthless.
where peace is precious,
there money is worthless.
bagavath gita says ''leave all and come to me'',
but it is truth for only money.

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