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Two Cents' Worth
The lifelong and -short of it is that I'm highly superstitious And any traditional sign or symbol of good fortune Can cause my imagination to beat for my heart, Especially when I discover one on my travels, which I do, As we pass through an undulating line at LaGuardia, Leading to and through the security checkpoint, To be inspected before boarding our plane home, to St. Louis.
As I approach the federally designated person in charge (Whose illegible initials, on our boarding passes, Are God's commandments incised on Moses' stone tablets), My wandering eyes spy two tarnished pennies. Exultantly, I pick them up, off the floor — "One for me, one for you, Linda. This is fate's two cents' worth, for our safe flight home."
06/22/11 - (2)
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