Some people come from a run of funds.
To know no end of them to come.
But those who struggle everyday,
Know a price they have to pay.
For them that seems to stay that way.
Some people come from a run of funds.
To know no end of them comes.
But those who struggle everyday,
Know a price they have to pay.
No loose change to pinch or lend.
No foolishness comes to spend...
On items to show all their friends.
No loose change to pinch or lend.
No foolishness comes to spend...
On items to show all their friends.
Some people come from a run of funds.
To know no end of them to come.
But those who struggle everyday,
Know a price they have to pay.
For them that seems to stay that way.
No loose change to pinch or lend.
No foolishness comes to spend...
On items to show all their friends.
No loose change to pinch or lend.
Their pockets have more lint than cents in them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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