Money.
What can't it do?
Money.
Life, happiness.
Money.
No worries, security.
Money.
An end to this ride.
Money.
What would I then do?
Money.
Troubles fade away.
Money.
Mom's back home to stay.
Money.
Dad's in a good mood.
Money.
I can stop worrying.
Money.
A new life to screw up.
Money.
My old life is hardly here.
Money.
What can't it do?
Author notes
What could I do with this?
I could fix my home life, and not have to worry about my father.
I only owe it to them.
A contest entry
- Genuine Entries Only. My Gift to you. by Janice M Pickett.
1400 points, ended November 6, 2008, 18 entries
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Comments
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Again a lovely genuine generous person who just wants to help others. You also have to help yourself. Then you can teach others how to do it. People suffer because they never think outside the box. They say negative things and declare poverty as something admirable. It's not what God wanted. Poverty is Man's foolish disbelief. We are entitled to be wealthy. God wanted that for us so you have the right to be. Dream it believe it be grateful for it and it will appear.
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