Money

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Money



Do i work for you, or do you work for me.

lets work to wipe off poverty,
lets work to bring security,
lets work to change you,
lets work to change me.

Nothing in this world is free only love is,
heaven is for those who love, not for those who hate ,
heaven is free.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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