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Talents in the Temple
Day dawns bright and blue,
shame on you who doubt and then
try to horde the light.
Your wallets are all
small and your trousers under tight,
moldy maybe meat.
More men and women
in your life leave little love,
lavish less than like.
All your green won’t eat
and will not help you beat the
cycle night to light.
Money’s master price
deletes the good of gather,
creeps into the life.
By the time of bill,
ill-will will have tasted twice,
found you not so nice.
– Smith, 3.18.2014
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