Print Them All Poem by greg richardson

Print Them All



Print them all
I don't care
and if they make a dime
give it to my children

More likely
than not
they will disappear
forgotten relics
of forgotten years.

But if they live on
in the most meager life
I suppose
I'll have done a good turn
leaving something
for curious children
to learn.

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