Money

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Money is the root of all evil, Money was blessed by the devil, Money, money can kill, Money can cheat, steal… Ask the disbarred lawyer, What this sad creature Can do: It can commit suicide, Money, money can divide, Money is not what you think it is, Having money is not going to put you really at ease, On the contrary, you’ll have fewer friends, And more creatures showing their hands, Claws, guns and deadly weapons. Money will not send you to the heavens, Money, money is dirty and evil; Money is a sick devil. Money and women don’t mix, Just like alcohol and driving. Having hush money is not a quick fix, But a dangerous way to go down the ravine. Money is not what you think it is, Having money is not going to put you really at ease. Money exists to be spent: To buy food, clothes, and to pay the rent. Be careful with money, Money is not a faithful honey.

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