Dollar
Hi! I’m a dollar.
I’m ten dimes, or twenty nickels, or four quarters or one hundred pennies.
I can buy you a high or a drink for your migraine.
I have travelled far and wide from Tahiti to Manhattan.
And people call me useless, but when you’re stuck downtown and need to make a phone call, I’m right there for you.
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