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	Lear's & Lemo's
	Written: By Tom Wright
	1/4/99
	
	With what we have
	seems we're never content,
	We reach for plastic
	when our money is spent.
	
	With more month than money
	we'll figure the float,
	Then like Investment Bankers
	sit back and gloat.
	
	We dream of a Lear Jet
	or a chauffeured Lemo,
	For we're tired of traveling
	by truck to and fro.
	
	While appearing content
	we're reaching for more,
	And what we can't spend
	we'll invest or store.
	
	We borrow from Peter
	so we can pay old Paul,
	Inwardly denying we're broke
	just badly bent, that's all.
	
	Money is at the root of all evil
	I've heard it said true enough,
	That must be why we hurry
	to get rid of the stuff.
	
	We return from the mall
	with scrapes that bleed,
	Packing all of our booty
	most of which we don't need.
	
	After an hour of unloading
	with each thing in It's place,
	It's painfully obvious
	we need more cabinet space.
	
	But we feel good for our part
	toward combating inflation,
	For while buying things on "sale"
	we've helped save our nation.
	
	But come the first of the month
	we're paying bills again,
	Then heading to the mall,
	for to save would be sin.
	
	So cut up your plastic,
	and continue driving your truck,
	Buy only what you need, 
	try saving that other buck.

	While we dream of chauffeured Limos
	and of Lear Jets to fly,
	Truth is, we're extremely lucky
	if ends meet and we get by.

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