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Thursday, July 4, 2019

Billfold Ballade

“What’s in your wallet?” asks Samuel L.
(‘Demands’ is more like: Sam's as huffy as hell.
He insists I acquire mega-augmented credit,
 

then tells me he knows those from whom I must get it.) 

What’s in my wallet? I’ll clue you in, Jackson.
I’ll spit it out straight -- I’m no brother who backs in.
'Tain't minimum wages. 'Tain't lottery haul.
So: what’s in my wallet? 'Tain't nothin' at all.

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