Flicking through the fields of green-back!A Poem by andrew mitchell
Alone, the young buck, green
stumbled across wads and wads of green backs, suitcase full. He said. " I'm worth an ice-cream!" " What are you worth?" The wads replied. "see that two storey mansion, 12 rooms, with expensive cars. the beautiful lady, the pedigree pets, the family and the swimming pool.' "Yes!" replied the buck. " Well that's what we are worth!" said the wads of cash. The End! Yes! Money Talks!
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2 Reviews Added on September 26, 2015 Last Updated on September 26, 2015 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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