Valued Riches Part 2
From rags to riches come money and “*****es”, thus leaving values buried in the past.
The tombstone reads “there lies integrity and morals”, they all tend to die around the same
fiscal year; tax season. Greetings! To big checks with no longevity. We buy new shoes,
a new purse, rocks and rings. Bills are overdue, guess you can’t pay for everything. There’s
always next year, struggle ‘til then; oppress yourself. Got to love that rest assured happiness
for the moment all for our valued riches.
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