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Nothing But Lint

Nothing But Lint Nothing but lint in my pocket. It could be said that I am skint. I did have cash to start the day. But money, no sooner earned, is no sooner spent … they say. Now I sit alone in a diner cafe. Slowly drinking one last black coffee. But hey! What is that on the floor? Near the leg of the table by the door. It's a new penny coin all shiny with glint. Now there is something in my pocket … besides lint.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 4/27/2012 10:10:00 PM
Cute poem...I was just thinking about writing a poem dealing with loose pennies on the ground..regards...INK-U-SCRIPT
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Ken Duddle
Date: 4/28/2012 5:40:00 PM
thanks. It was a prompt from another writing site. Lint in pocket or something. Coming to the end of my back catalogue now. May have to do new ones.