Currency
Currency
Bills and coins with odd looking faces.
Funny images of strange and unknown places.
One € for me one $ for you.
It varies what we both can do.
They can be big and bold.
Damaged or just plain old.
Lucky or cursed.
Rolled over or quietly nursed.
It can buy you a future.
In the medieval times it saved you from hell.
I want to buy
You want to sell.
We trade our whole lives.
Or lives are being traded.
While I write and you read.
Another currency deal is complete.
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| Auteur: Cappy | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 25 juli 2004 | ||
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