Posted by Shiny Dime on March 8, 2005, 1:17:41 In the brown shag carpet of a cheap motel. In the dark and dusty corner by the TV shelf. Is a small reminder of a simpler time. When a crumpled up pair of trousers cost a brand new dime. Well you ask me how I made it through and how my mint condition could belong to you. When I'm on the ground I roll through town. I'm a president you don't remember getting kicked around. I'm a dime, I'm fine and I shine (I'm freshly minted). I am determined not to be dented by a car or by a plane or anything not yet invented. You won't even pick me up because I'm not enough for a local phone call... what's the deal with that?!?!?!?! You bastards!!!!!!!!
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