My Money Poem by Philip Michael
My Money
My money always does the talking
Everywhere I go; it seems to get me in trouble.
At the end of the month I have no money.
It always walks out of my wallet.
Money does not seem to like me -
It is always leaving me.
Pay day comes soon.
Then I will have money walking into my wallet
Maybe this time I will do the talking.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
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