For those of you who want ...a poem from last March, comment if you please,?

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Two pence will buy me nothing any more
Two bits four bits six bits or a dollar
Wont buy much today at my local store
In a payphone, not enough to call her

Working my fingers to the very bone
Six days a week, every month, all year long
Going home each evening sleeping alone
Listening to my radio play our song

If you could only find your way to me
Find it in your heart to love me once more
I would love you dear for eternity
And promise always truly to adore

As I take the page and gently unfold
Find words spilling out on a parchment old

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