Without Money
I tried and tried.
And I cried and cried.
I had no money,
To buy things with.
I asked for a job.
There weren't any available.
I asked again.
But to no avail.
I sat at home,
With nothing to do.
That was the worse,
That anyone could do.
I tried and tried,
And I cried now smiled.
I had a prospect.
Thank-you, it came my way.
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