I Don’t Need No Money

I Dont Need No Money short poem

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for SIA

Is it an absurdity?
To say you don’t
need no money

How can you survive?
It’s easy – – – – –
Just trust, have faith

Things will come to you,
be amazed at the abundance
Enjoy reminisce, beckon

While entrapped in desires
summoning higher callings
Believe in yourself,

skills, creativity.

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Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
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