MONEY

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COUNTRY POEMS



    My honey spent all my money.

    There, it went.

    My credit cards she did max, those are

the facts.

    I don't have a cent.  How am I going to pay rent?

    I don't have a dollar.  It makes me want to hollar

and scream.

   A nightmare was once a dream.

    I don't have a dime.  It's not fine.

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