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Your Dollar - My Life

spat on, scrunched, trampled
unimaginably torn
used, misused, abused
we care not; for there is want
and it remains valuable.

5/23/2016
Traditional Tanka contest

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Paul Callus

June 1, 2016 at 3:16 PM

'Tis a meaningful tanka, Lukas; applies not only to the dollar but to our euro, too! ~ Somehow, when I see 'dollars' I always think of Clint Eastwood and Spaghetti westerns! // paul

Paul Callus

June 2, 2016 at 1:46 PM

The Euro simplifies things, Lukas; no playing around exchanging money, and losing in the process! Where trade is concerned, my country (Malta) has benefitted. // paul

Lukas Ficklin

June 2, 2016 at 10:23 AM

lol I guess being in America I have more to relate to the dollar but that is interesting. I have not seen a Euro yet but I have travelled Europe when the Pound Lira Mark Franc, Schilling etc were around and we had to exchange at every border. Is it better with the Euro?