Covets All
Greed covets all,
next time the taste of gall,
no pennies on your plate,
reborn to ironic fate.
unfair I hear you call.
the needle eye is small,
Fat Camels at the gate....
Don.
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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