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Autobiography of a Coin
by Charishma Ramchandani
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  Hi! You know who I am
Everything in town I can buy
Parents slog to earn me
While children love to waste me.

Possessing me lights up every face
I am mighty; not soft as lace
You carry me with you everywhere
Like a child carries his Teddy bear.

Some call me the brother of poverty
Others say I lead to so much greed
Few say I'm the cause of false deeds
I'm sometimes called the mother of necessities.

Everybody wants me more and more
Oh so much me they adore
I'm just longing to hear someone say,
"Hey, just go away"!
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