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1-2-3-@msg = sob Made you look And now you'll find My message-- I wonder why. Credits to be earned Credits to be burned I find myself with no Extras to be claimed And boy isn't that a shame. Buying your time with three dollars But I'd like to holler--I've won! But it ain't so. With ratings That were bestowed I've earned Some credits in the past but no dough. The past was long ago and in recent times Credits have been a no show. What a price for fame for that is the name Of the game. I know some will say, it's not the dough It's the learning we've come to know, Maybe but some bucks would be nice if You think about it twice. Now I go to pick up pen And write again, armed With the knowledge That life's not fair Is it different anywhere? Maybe in heaven it's a crown I'll find but here on earth It's crowns for my teeth I'll have to buy from biting At the bit here at the poetic link. |
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