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The Twenty-Dollar Bill

I walk uphill
to the curb 
of The Bank of America's parking lot.
I find on the curb the twenty-dollar bill 
fold on the bank's curb.
I reach out my hand 
to touch and get the twenty-dollar bill 
on the curb.
Of the afternoon,
I walk to The Sunday's Cafeteria
to buy the $10.75 lunch.

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