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Worthless Copper

Pennies are made of worthless copper that even a hungry beggar refuses to pick up; either I threw them away or kept them in a piggy jar, but the day came when need and desperation made me rethink of their worth...a thousands of them could had gotten me far; A rich person collects not as a poor one who is always on the brink... has someone looked for them when rough times kept them from that bazaar? Pennies are made of worthless copper that nobody wants to own, unless they are, at least, fifty years old...what would President Lincoln, think of our antipathy for his imprinted image on these little coins? Do you possess many of these? Save them for those rainy days! Pennies are made of worthless copper, everybody seems repined, humiliated and embarrassed to carry them in their purse, or pocket... look around: they are found everywhere on a sidewalk, or in a parking lot; make all aware they are convenient to have for easiness of mind!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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