The Penny Dog

The Penny Dog

Got a
penny

Lyin on
the floor

All brand
new

You put
it in
the pocket

The rub
everyday

It do
no good
to you

You still
pipe it
down everyday

One day,
magic

And a
thousand flowers

To greet
you

You forget
the penny

And flow
in the
red oomph

The luck
slips out

So does
the flowers

Leavin you
in the
pit

All by
yourself

Caution: This might be all theory

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