Madmen Make Millions
Poem of “M”
Madmen Make Millions
Madmen make millions
Money mills manage the most
Mind a moody man on the moon
Meek morons miss many moths
Music mediates with mental myths
My mother mixes milk and melons
Maria Marcus must be Mrs Martin
Maymays may maze by a map
Mocked man must mourn more
Mute mode meant to be minimum
Minorities meet most mornings
Malls mean mega markets
Madmen make millions
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