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Jan 2016
I found a penny on the ground today.
And you better believe I picked it up.

And I held that little delicate coin in my hands so tight.
That the color started to fade away.

I was holding on so tight hoping that this penny would be the answer to my questions.
I was holding on so tight trying to make my dreams come true.

I was holding on so tight that Honest Abe himself shouted:

β€œHey kid, *******!”
Just being honest.
Nick Moser
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Nick Moser  Greenville, SC
(Greenville, SC)   
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