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Show iSQMLOOKEKl J 1 V "I yby WILBUR p EfflT I TKe Moneyless Land "" "" i i 11 Twas a dream that I had of a moneyless money-less land Nobody was begging with tremulous hand, Nobody was worrying over his bills. Nobody was striving to fill up his tills, Nobody was plotting for profit and gain, Nobody was trading on hunger and pain, jj But everyone there had a moneyless lot g Some said it was heaven, some said it was not. When anyone worked as they all did. In fact-He fact-He toiled for the pleasure he had in the act; Some labored with cheeriness all of the while, Some grumbled and growled and were not seen to smile; Each did what he could for his fellows each day, But everyone knew there was no coin for pay, rhe joy of achievement was all that he got Some said It was heaven, some said It was not. No bargains on Monday brought peojjls downtown,-No downtown,-No worrying debtors faced anyone's frown; There wasn't a cent in the whole of the land And some people thought the arrangement arrange-ment was grand. While others declared that no money to spend Was simply a wearying, pleasureless end. No dollar sign there, nor a decimal dot-Some dot-Some thought it , was heaven, some thought it was not. 'Twas a dream that I had, and I wakened at last And mused o'er the vision with brows overcast; I can't understand It some people were glad To do without money, and others were sad; Some people were happy with nothing to lend, Some people were sorry with nothing to spend. I can't give a name to that moneyless spot-Some spot-Some said it was heaven, some said it was not. |