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Penny

Jenelle Jindal, MD

November 12th last year
What a dreary day
The news
That the penny
Is going away

Too costly to make them
And not in much use
But we’re going to miss it
When we cut it loose

No more Copper to find
To bring you luck
No more Shine of a new one
To brighten you up

No more Abraham Lincolns to throw
In the wishing well
Oh, how will we cope?
I suppose time will tell.

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