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Pennies Will Rust
By Kerri Liss
Pennies will rust
Papers combust
Tell me where exactly
we've placed our trust?
I look around
Eyes to the ground
Searching for things that I've
already found.
Treasures are left
Nothing is kept
For I have my two cents
in my pocket.
I'd rather write
Stay up all night
Count stars not money as
dark turns to light.
From my pen's ball
I will tell all
That we're more than just coin
Incidental.
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