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The Value of Money…
On Sunday, when I go to church, Collection plate is passed. I only put a quarter in, My money has to last. On Monday, when I go to work, Can’t take a morning break. I can’t buy coffee or a bun. Too much, for goodness sake! On Tuesday, I must walk to work. Can’t buy gas for the car. The exercise will do me good. It’s really not that far. On Wednesday, when it’s time for lunch, I only eat a bit. The cost of food has gone so high. Less food will keep me fit. On Thursday, when I start to dress, A hole is in my shoe. But I can do a quick repair. I get the tape and glue. Now Friday’s here! I get my pay! Tomorrow I’ll go out! I’ll buy new shoes and fuel and food. “It’s all so great!” I shout. On Saturday, I head for town, But come home in dismay! The price for shoes, the cost of food, So much I’ll have to pay! All day, all night, I’m still in shock. No shopping did I do. “Oh, well,” I shrug. “I’ll shop NEXT week. Tonight, I need a brew!” 8-6-8-6, abcb
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