Poem #17

a good friend is hard to find
you almost pass a penny on the ground
but something makes you look down
it might be shiny or tarnished
but you pick it up regardless
your pace begins to rocket
it bounces happily in your pocket
and when all is said and done,
you’re that much richer

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