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Edgar Guest - Money
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I`D hate to think so much of gold 
That I would sell myself to gain it, 
I`d hate the sound of metal cold 
If I must shamefully attain it. 
I`d hate to be so much a slave 
To minted silver, gold and copper, 
That I`d forget in moments grave 
To do the decent thing and proper.

I`d like to live a life of ease,
And tread a pathway always sunny, 
But I`d not worship on my knees
The golden idol known as Money. 
 man of wealth I`d like to be,
But I would rather dig in ditches 
Than ever have it said of me,
I`d sold my self-respect for riches.
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