My wallet is overfilled,
But not with bucks of green,
But with hugs and kisses and sweet words,
Which are worth more than they seem.
When I am given such gifts
From the one who holds me heart,
I feel I could buy large congolomerates,
Or rare pieces of art.
I need not folding money
When I have your special gifts,
'Cause with you, I have everything
All at once, never in shifts.
I find at times that we need to eat
To nourish the body,
But other than that, we don't need cash,
'Cause each got ourself a hottie.
But I'll take those kisses and hugs
Over anything printed on a bill or stamped on metal slugs.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
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