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Sep 2022
I threw a penny into a wishing well
and whispered a wish between my lips
so quiet that only the water could hear me.
The plop-splish of the penny breaking the still surface
reminds me that the well wasn’t listening anyway.
Written by
Lisa Stegeman
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   Lori Jones McCaffery
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