Best Debit Poems

Every time I see you,
You make my day.

Has anyone ever made you feel that way?

Every time I see you working diligently
I stop and distract you...

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Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of...

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Bad gifts
Cause rifts

Be rash
Spend cash

Debit
Credit

Worthwhile
Their smile


20th December 2014...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise...

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Their Plans are being implemented as Trump says, "Operation Warp Speed."
Say Good Bye to the Country We All Cherished. The Coin shortage is the planned...

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When an angel would flow into our breath
That golden moment seldom we can know
Whenever that sublime sunrise occurs
A happiness glow builds its nest on our...

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"When it comes to money, you can't win. If you focus on making it, you're materialistic. If you try to but don't make any, you're...

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At first school was cool
Had to abide by one simple rule
Read and write
And never fight
Recite the alphabet
How easy can it get?
One plus one is two
A...

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Burn, burn does fables fire, as an impish figure dances,
Around the wild flames of greed, guess, guess my
Uncommon name, by the devil’s hang nailed toe,
Your...

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It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation
Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation.
Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the
Lingering slowing pulse of...

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Funny Numbers
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Numb I have suffered
And by God done I am
Lord.. 
So many characters 
Too many teachers
Yell and try to tell
How to sauce 
The spice of...

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Cunning were her noxious machinations,
Choosing those who never stood a chance.
Masterful projecting of temptations,
Brilliant timing, her alluring glance.

Naive innocence alerted weakness.
Perfect prey, a rug beneath...

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What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child...

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I see people moving, but going nowhere
I see people moving with their hands thrown in the air
I see people moving but they have nothing to...

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Non descript brown wallet
Slightly bent at the edges
Indent of cards on leather
Inside is a Driver’s license
Credit card
Debit card
Building pass
Right hand side
Photos of children
Train pass
Metro card
Retail...

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