The Unseen Cost of Dead Presidents

Money does not walk anymore. It talks as if he were a dead best friend that has let me down. I want to nudge it send it to loved ones with a note saying: "sorry this is all the talk I got." Benjamin Franklin has closed his eyes he stubbles a hundreds time a day often into the wrong hands, I don't even speak to him now. Grant apologizes for his shabby appearance, and how he cannot now stretch 500 dimes. A 2 Thousand year old mummy - worth money haunts dollar store shops seeking Lincolns grave, I could answer that; it's now in my pocket buried deep.