Banks Of Money Poem by Naveed Akram
Banks Of Money
The trade of man is simpler than crosses
To make on a sheet of homework.
This distance of miles and miles specializes
In the slogging nature of teamwork.
Why do victories vanish as valuables?
There are firstly banks of money,
Funny as humour itself and angels,
Faster is the money for adults and frailty.
I have my money and sweet dish
In the middle of parties as I wish.
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