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My humble abode
Money, money, money
In a rich man’s world
Honey, honey, honey
I don’t belong there
You have to understand
I won’t do anything underhanded
Even if it means losing you
To one of the spoilt and rich few
True it will break my heart
And perhaps I will never make a new start
But I have my principles and taboos
And you need to respect them too
I prefer having less but staying peaceful
Rather than being rich and feeling miserable
If you think you can share my views
I will be more than willing to welcome you
To share my humble abode
Located on the next parallel road
poem
by
Sandra Martyres
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