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A Penny for Your Thoughts
In my pocket's a coin, not rare nor old, Not made of silver nor precious gold. It's the mite of coins of mine, Midst quarter, half, nickel and dime. Its face like ours may show its age, But as in our lives this is no gauge. One has to look deeper, 'neath life's scars & rust to find its true value, "In God We Trust."
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