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Mar 2014
Tomorrow is the quarter's end,
flipped to tails to decide who gets
the last piece of the pie.
But math never was our forte.
We can only count the days until
we meet again, singles made
into a two dollar bill.
The clock ticks like
loose change trembling in my pockets.
The seconds waste away.
Brendan Watch
Written by
Brendan Watch  Michigan
(Michigan)   
518
   --- and Laura Liner
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