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Aug 2016
I gave a homeless man a quarter yesterday,
   and he threw it in the wishing well.
I went into the store and bought him a sandwich.
I brought it out to the wishing well, and sat down next to him.
He stared into the copper and silver waters and said,
"Thanks, but that wasn't my wish."
Eric L Warner
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Eric L Warner  Saint Paul, MN
(Saint Paul, MN)   
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