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[virgo_rk]

I've heard that story twice.
My father, the penniless man walking down the street
with literally
maybe twenty cents to his name.

I've heard it twice,
never in spite
and always in joy.
Or reminiscence.
Or regret, I guess I'm not sure.

And I sit here
in a higher institution
with nothing but envy

for a man who
had nothing but
twenty cents
to
his
name.