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A bucket full of pennies,

I found my well and kissed each coin

before tossing it into our future.

And as the caboose rolled past,

and the view beyond was distant but clear,

I saw you standing on a log

holding a fistful of dandelions

against the fast fading train,

scattering your own million wishes.

 

This is an excerpt of my poem, ‘A new cure,’ which is contained in my book “Gas Station Road Map” – available at Amazon in Kindle format:

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