“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Minute Beans
Your time is money.
This account-Your Life, Net Worth
spent counting minutes
Until it never
earned any interest-ing
ways to get rich quick.
Capitalism
liquid mold, carbon copies
mint makers go broke
count on your changes
to add value. Return Re-
ceipt not required.
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