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Post by madness on May 17, 2012 8:57:06 GMT -5
The human spirit is not lost, So it cannot be found. It was abandoned in a dumpster An infant thrown out with the trash
Tagged at a yard sale Sold for cash Transferred to your checking account Expended Depleted Thrown away without a receipt.
At least glass can be recycled.
Wipe off the tarnish Glue together any pieces you may salvage. Incomplete, Cracked, Deflated, It’s that thing you forgot to do, in the back of your mind.
It ain’t no 401k It ain’t no tax break It ain’t accepted in major stores But brothers and sisters, it better have your highest interest rate.
Bought and sold For a pound of gold Cast away never to be found Hope it was worth that pound.
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Post by Robert Stephen Herrick on May 21, 2012 14:09:48 GMT -5
Life's value holds more worth than the world that surrounds it. Money is a false sense of trust and is murderous in amongst itself. Good and solid poetry has a value in part as life does as it sees the world, shows it as it is and may live to tell of those tales to remind others of its truths.
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