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Pennies Not From Heaven
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Pennies Not From Heaven

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

What I do to make look a breeze,
May be for you or anyone else...
A storm to run from.
Like the ones who sit,
To brag about what it is they can do.
Not to prove it.
Yet afraid to move a muscle.
If it means they must hustle.
Regardless of the weather.
Rain or shine; day or night.
Or pennies to collect to make a dollar stretch!
With it done to ultimately give away.

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