would you lend some money to Nasrudin...?
Nasrudin comes to a new town
and he goes to a store
and he asks the owner:
How’s business, Sir?
Business is good, replies the store-owner
Oh, then, can I borrow ten dollars?
asks Nasrudin
I hardly know you, says the store-owner
I can’t lend you any money
Oh, how strange, says Nasrudin
In my town they won’t lend me any money
because they say, they know me too well -
and here you won’t lend me any money
because you don’t know me!
It’s a strange world we live in.
poem by Raj Arumugam
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