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1d
there are penny's in my nose
they roll down the back of my throat
there's a bell in my ears
and it's ring calls for tithing
my pockets fell empty,
poor,
as my pennies flood the floor

© LW
iiwii
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iiwii  33/M/Virginia
(33/M/Virginia)   
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