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Owe no man nothing but love I say not a penny above For owing in kind Suppresses the joy and peace we could find Owing is tomorrows money today served Deluding with pleasures and class to be deserved Where a difficult term ahead is reserved For an uneasy friendship to be preserved Let discipline be to your toil a defender Against the all so willing lender For he knows your appetite For his money is as high as a kite A penny saved is a penny earned Each day towards the success yearned A slow, gentle but steady rise Will amount to a count of surprise #Believemewhenisay

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