I found this old penny and it always makes me wonder what its story is. The purchases, the travels, with the poor and the rich, safe in a piggy bank or laying in the gutter, safe in a pocket or a purse, or a soldiers pay.

The stories I could tell,
how I rose and fell,
the things I bought,
and how I was sought.

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