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Picking Up the Penny

Legends were lost in ideals built around coinage, you could be rich they would say, one penny at a time. But what is money, was it a game you play, like monopoly, was it your life First starting poor and then one penny you would bend down and pick it up, knowing it was not worth much, thinking as you were told, it is the point, the entire unifying principle regarding some elliptical centered around distribution of goods, and what kinds of goods, and should the goods float down rivers by boat, or across lands, in some unfettered way so that all could eat So that if they could eat, they would then think, beyond themselves, since pennies mass collected amount to so much over time their worth must then dimminsh Or do you just keep it going... Peace!

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