Words are like pennies to me;
bright and shiny.
Discontent to be left jingling
within my pocket,
they must be spent.
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Adas Poetry Alcove 
June 14, 2015 at 2:42 am
LOVE that!!
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August 25, 2017 at 12:25 pm
a short priceless about ! Love it !
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September 26, 2020 at 11:34 pm
I definitely spend my jingling coins – too many of them, in fact. I love how you have organized your blog. I want to spend some time reading you Haiban particularly. Thanks for stopping by my blog, Always Write and dipping into my neophyte syllabic poetry attempts.
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