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Purse Strings.

His thinking realistic.
His heart altruistic.
But he knows he must be careful who he gives to.
Because most will only use you.
For me charity begins at home.
My good nature outside my abode does not roam.
Don’t think of me as selfish.
Our existence is unfair and hellish.
His heart and mine are warm.
To this world we mean no harm.
Most charities are a scam.
On you they use their false charm.
So to others do be good but also be alert.
Because a lot of them with you will cheatingly flirt.

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