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"No small money" she barked at me; seeing my bill was ripped.
But it was bent and soon unraveled; Sally had had it gripped.
Shocked and relieved that it was good; my meal could be paid.
I smiled at her and sighed relief then took my food in trade.
She handed back the little change I'd get from my five dollars.
while knowing she would get it back from one of several callers.
Then sitting fast to eat my meal I thanked and praised my God.
Not forgetting Sally's humour with each bite that I knawed.