042211q Money Maker Poem by Manonton Dalan
042211q Money Maker
little kid hawking for tours
i wonder how much he takes
maybe one of those by hour
i see them all over at dusk
some are with their mother
i pick one booklet and walk
another block there's magician
i get closer she's making money
out of paper by constantly reaching
her pockets, that explain process
i remember my brother does that
but i still paid his college tuition
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