May 2014
three coins, in his pocket
to a boy of four,
a fortune.
in reality,
two dollars fifty.
the same into a piggy bank.
on alternate weeks...
but he likes,
the three coins,
in his pocket,
the
jingling,
jangling
sound.
to a boy of four,
a fortune.
in reality,
two dollars fifty.
the same into a piggy bank.
on alternate weeks...
but he likes,
the three coins,
in his pocket,
the
jingling,
jangling
sound.
(F/east coast australia)
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