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Dec 16, 2009
Fun
Copper Abraham Tucked away With emergency contingency Waiting for my eyes To see him I am the only one who knows where He sits awakened To my joy And idiotic pleasure at the Secret
This poem really is about some idiotic fun I cooked up for myself. It's amazing how I look forward to seeing the penny in its secret place. I wonder how many people have seen it, ignored it, and not known that I wait to see how long it will be before someone takes it somewhere else. If you can't amuse yourself, who else can?
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This poem really is about some idiotic fun I cooked up for myself. It's amazing how I look forward to seeing the penny in its secret place. I wonder how many people have seen it, ignored it, and not known that I wait to see how long it will be before someone takes it somewhere else. If you can't amuse yourself, who else can?
I love you Mr. Goofy! You are very good at keeping yourself amused!!
The penny... and now a nickel are still there. A dime is next.
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