A Dime And A Quarter

A dime and a quarter

With his hair much thinner, he must be far older.

I am at drier.
Falls a Dime and greed is shaken: “Is there more? ”
He, outside.
Tampers with, a green shopping cart with hope of
Quarter.

Thursday, June 18, 2015
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