I found Costa Rican money and I just think it’s funny.
It may only be a little more than a dime, but at least it’s mine.
I bought a spindle from Wyndle who crossed the Boulevard to swindle;
only a hustle on his mind,
he couldn’t find the time to play the number so he wound up under the bed of a brunette
who was a Wayfair coquette who lounged daily with no regrets.
by Jerriè McGill
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