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Tokens
Got a bag of old tokens I keep near to hand
They have served me well when travelling through this land
Never gets turned down, it's money in their banks
Each one is labelled and just simply says "Thanks"
As I move along this ol' road that I'm upon
I may visit with you but soon I will be gone
I will give you a token and point out they're free
To show you that I enjoyed your fine company
Someone had once left me, 'twas her time to depart
I carry the memories deep within my heart
She did give me a token with a hug and a grin
I will repay her when at last we meet again
So when you wake on morn, fill up your token bag
It will lift your travels whether they're good or bad
Giving thanks is like karma, it comes back to you
And after time goes by your tokens will accrue
Copyright ©
Daniel Larson
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