Pennies in the street.. walk on by...no one seems concerned... left in the creases of a seat... devalued can't compete... pitching them away... worthless is what you say... you keep judging me...like pennies on the concrete... we all make cent... get the hint...copper is a covering... never was I born this way for nothing...in the big scheme of things...adding up is everything... quarters, dimes, nickels and pennies , we all make change...never say I can't be countless... I'll be the penny in the street... although I'm walked over, tossed about , and left out. ..when you get in a bind... It's me , you try to find.
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