She pinched pennies, to give us dollars!
She's no Aphrodite, but sweet as honey- not weak or flighty; she hoards her money. She then turns around and Oh, Lord Almighty- does something profound she thinks is alrighty. She doesn't make a fuss, just hands it all to us.
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