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Fair Exchange
We collided that day in the market,
old fart and a pretty colleen.
Your eyes were the green of an emerald,
Your long tresses as red as I’ve seen.
Your keen hands, at the time, slipped my notice-
as they pilfered my wallet away.
If you don’t mind, dear, I’d like back my photos.
The cash you earned, making my day.
poem
by
John F. McCullagh
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