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What happens to the pennies we have lost?
Not that I am concerned about the cost,
I am afraid my coin has a’flown,
Into a compartment; alone,
Coppers and pockets; star-crossed!
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A/N: A little limerick for you all. I always found that one of life's curiosities is - what happens to the pennies we all lose? It is a universal question that holds an absurd meaning!
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This was an insightful and thought provoking limerick! I really enjoyed it!