Spare Change

Blessed is she who surrenders last coin Giving from lack rather than plenty Blessed is he who takes inspiration Single gift multiplied into many Blessed are those who pass these along Money dispersed round the earth Blessed are those who give correct change Insist you just pay what it's worth So now blessed am I as I walk along Her last coin nestled in hand And when she looks at me with pleading eyes I withhold, cause here begging is banned

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