This becomes fodder for the poem for Tengo Dinero
Oh say can you see
green sheep grazing
on newly minted grass?
On the banks of rivers
silvered with the coinage of fish
Who can ask the gypsies
how to line the edges of the moon?
Who sobs for untold fortunes
and greased lightning
to increase the weight of the moon
and the sky where dreams crackle
and rustle like freshly minted bills
hot off the press
and spread thin across the night.
4/21/ 1986
added 2/17
date is wrong.
4/21/ 1986
added 2/17
date is wrong.
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