In my backyard,
there grows a special tree.
Instead of leaves,
it grows money.
Everyday in the morning,
I go pluck the money.
Sometimes it has dollar bills,
sometimes 20 dollar bills,
and sometimes 100 dollar bills.
And when my sons ask me for some money,
I tell them to go get it off the tree
that grows in our backyard.
I call it my money tree.
I water it daily and nourish it.
And it always grows money.
But something happened...
and there are no dollar bills right now.
It looks lonely but not devoid of its beauty.
I will still water it,
and nourish it.
And dollar bills will sprout again.
But this time,
only I will pluck the money.
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