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Saturday, December 22, 2007

Wealthwise


You run for me here and there,
Your search for me is loud and clear,
Money, money, money- you cry
Come to me, in vain I try
To turn you round and look a me,,
Quietly waiting for you to see
I am within and not without
Come my dear, find me out
The thieves can never reach me here.
Open your doors- the world may share!
And yet your riches will only grow
Your wealth rues for you to know
You and me are but the same
Find me out, it is game

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