Money O money!
Come on honey!
My aim is?
My game is?
Each and every
Cent and penny
Money o money
Come on honey
Will keep you
Will heap you
Don’t astray
From my way
Night prevail
And horror hail
To vale dark
Where skylark
Do not coo
But I boo boo
Will worship
And will sip
Manna or gall
Whatever fall
From your lip
O my sunny
Money o money
Come on honey
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Song of millionaire - Life Poetry
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