Money - Poem by Veronica Centeno
Money money money,
That's all that I hear,
Nothing is free anymore,
Everyone is so cheap,
Or too expensive,
No one can afford anything any more.
Only the rich can,
Will it ever go away?
No because that's what our world is based on...
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