I met money one day. I said, ''''You are just a piece of paper.''''
Money smiled and said, ''''Of course I''m a piece of paper, but I haven''t seen a dustbin yet, in my life'''' ;->
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet must teach
To live and die alone.
