Estelle Paris

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What good are found pennies many may ask. To bend and pick them
up is such a task. To pick one up you can’t go far. One cent is
all they are. A penny here, a penny there. Ooh what a horrible
thought! Never does one think of what could be bought with that
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Why, Mommy, why must you do this? I’ve barely just begun. I’ll
never be allowed to have any fun. The world is full of colors
which I may never see. The world is full of food my tummy wants
to try. Why, Mommy, why? Plenty of food I want to taste. Why
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Pennies!

What good are found pennies many may ask. To bend and pick them
up is such a task. To pick one up you can’t go far. One cent is
all they are. A penny here, a penny there. Ooh what a horrible
thought! Never does one think of what could be bought with that
poor little penny no one seems to see. Find a penny and pick it
up and as they continue to grow, you can then look at what you
have to show. As others step over them, please bend down and
pick up that penny sitting there on the ground. Soon you can
say, “Look at all I’ve found.” Buy something nice for all to
see. When asked how much it cost, just say it was no loss. It
only cost “Pennies!”

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