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Spare Change
They no longer carry coins.
They have wads of notes to spare,
But their instinct is to throw crumbs,
Or bits of half-eaten sandwiches.
They tell you to perform
One of those cute local dances,
Or to sing ‘Streets of London’,
Or playing a tune on the violin.
Or better still, sit up and beg,
Say how goddam grateful you are,
And hand over anything you’ve got,
Explainin...
Sunday 23rd February 2025 7:39 am
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