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Spare Change
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It's a box of one hundred and twenty colors, but it has no power train warranty and you cannot sleep for free, because lunch will cost a pretty penny. Down on Henry Avenue the street turns a purple shade in the evenings, but the bus is always late and I'm cold with this burning heat. Math class takes too long and I take the denominator and set it equal to zero, because nothing matters when truth is beauty and beauty truth. You're such a liar... You lie with the dogs on their day and you leave me alone for a roll in the hay. When everything is said and done I finally finished and I'm glad you're happy. It's funny how I miss it all, though you never left.
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