Money
Money on my mind
It comes around all the time
Money makes people blind
It takes people’s mind
This means people are fake
It will take people live in sake
It makes people hate
It can open that gate
To evil and power
This is what people devourer
But in the end it’s a flower.
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Posted by Dennis at 9:30 AM
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What is the rhyme scheme of this poem?
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