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Sep 2015
Every night he comes
Tiptoes across the cold floor
Tentatively slides his hand beneath your pillow
Slowly extracts the precious

And leaves a dollar in its absence.
Christa Ziegler
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Christa Ziegler  Phoenix, Arizona
(Phoenix, Arizona)   
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