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pocket full of pennies rolling across the kitchen floor, down the steps, out the door, pennies running into the street (and i'm right behind them.) "where do you think you are going? and I'm feeling a bit embarrassed, so i whispered. "you belong to me, to keep or to throw away." and there s a light tap on my shoulder, and the policeman tells me, "better find them soon before they turn to rust, I couldn't find mine and I'm sure they turned into dust." and the echoe from the hole in my pocket shouts, " his dreams are trying to find the waterline." i did find a few of them, a handful, (I had swiped my hand as they tried to roll away) I did grasp a few but some of the other pennies i threw into the air where they may have fallen, I know not where.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:08 PM UTC
the waterline and the hole in my pocket
pocket full of pennies rolling across the kitchen floor, down the steps, out the door, pennies running into the street (and i'm right behind them.) "where do you think you are going? and I'm feeling a bit embarrassed, so i whispered. "you belong to me, to keep or to throw away." and there s a light tap on my shoulder, and the policeman tells me, "better find them soon before they turn to rust, I couldn't find mine and I'm sure they turned into dust." and the echoe from the hole in my pocket shouts, " his dreams are trying to find the waterline." i did find a few of them, a handful, (I had swiped my hand as they tried to roll away) I did grasp a few but some of the other pennies i threw into the air where they may have fallen, I know not where.
guy-scutellaro
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:08 PM UTC
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