sun

I keep the sun with me
like money in a wallet
I have a wad for emergency
when it rains I spend a little
to get me through the hard time
I met a girl her purse was empty
I lent her some sun
she stayed awhile
by the time she’d left she’d returned
more than due
that’s the way it is with sun
you don’t hurt no-one
it’s not money

 

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