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thirty thousand pennies

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Published: Nov 20, 2013

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thirty thousand pennies
could turn my life around,
give me something to hold onto,
not flounder without a sound.

thirty thousand pennies
from thirty thousand friends...
I could hone my magic,
and finally contend.

thirty thousand pennies,
once every week...
I can live on that little money
never even blink.

those thirty thousand pennies--
better than the thirty-five
that I earn in retail
just to stay alive.

thirty thousand pennies:
so cheap is my soul.
drop your copper in the bucket
and I'll make sure you feel whole.

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EDIT (20 Nov 2013): Error in the third stanza, corrected now. Formerly read "four times a week" should have been "four times a month" in lieu of changing the whole stanza, now reads "once every week." Should read as significantly less money now. Apologies for the confusion.

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