2d
From my gilded terrace,
I shoo away
shirtless children
who pluck coins
from the fountain.
"They are wishes!" I yell.
"They are fish!" They yell back.
I shoo away
shirtless children
who pluck coins
from the fountain.
"They are wishes!" I yell.
"They are fish!" They yell back.
(50/M/West Deptford, NJ)
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