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Randy McClave
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Everything has a price tag
Even a tiny rag,
Everything that has ever been possessed
Has once been blessed.
Everything is ready to be sold
For a penny or for a pot of gold,
And there is always that certain price
Where you need not to think about it twice.
Everyone is always looking
Always for that special booking,
And everyone is always trying
Because someone is always buying.
Everyone knows what they want
Sometimes that desire they will even flaunt,
Everything is always for sale
Both in heaven and in hell.
Everything is always sought
Everything will always be bought,
Either now or maybe even later
But, only when that desire and need is greater.
Someone will want and then will buy it
To acquire it they will not ever quit,
Ownership is always the destined goal
Even for the human soul.
Randy L. McClave
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