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I approached for another look. I'm blinded by slipping self-control And the necessity for redemption Veiled by the harsh reality The buried green in my wallet Called to be released; It begged to be let loose. The crude cashier called for cash And sneered at my crumpled paper. Metallic seeds blossomed into bills of fate With tender tales of change; I shoved my hand into my pocket. The newest shade of green emerged; I reluctantly relinquished control over my riches.
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Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
Green
I approached for another look. I'm blinded by slipping self-control And the necessity for redemption Veiled by the harsh reality The buried green in my wallet Called to be released; It begged to be let loose. The crude cashier called for cash And sneered at my crumpled paper. Metallic seeds blossomed into bills of fate With tender tales of change; I shoved my hand into my pocket. The newest shade of green emerged; I reluctantly relinquished control over my riches.
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Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 10:37 AM UTC
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