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James Campbell Poems
- Time Is Money Time is money, or so they say. But yet can ...
- Slumber A drowsy droop of the eyes, Until they remain ...
- Ruthless The truth is truth-less, minus the T. The truth is ...
- Try Try Poe was young once, Which is precisely what ...
- When I Write Why, when I write, do I feel I must be smart? ...
- Golden Green Leaves A whispering cold autumn breeze, ...
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Time Is Money
Time is money,
or so they say.
But yet can money,
buy time the same?
The answers no
Yet I can see,
without that money
time ticks painfully.
In this regards
the clock is rich.
But upon the wall
that clock sits.
Counting minutes
as it sits there.
The clock spends time
without a care.
To live your life
without that fear,
of the time
when bills draw near,
Is to what we all aspire.
Yet we're all drawn
to our own desire.
Should we choose
to quit the game.
What in return
would we gain?
A glimpse of ...
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