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| 149 5/16/02 The Misguided Nickel A steel object forged with a head, Small and cold that was well spent, Along its journey through the valleys as led, By gravity to its destination where it was meant, To cause havoc and dread Not knowing where but fate is set, By thy hand to start the accent, Under a shroud of a personal net, Sending a chill for which is was meant, Down her spine showing perfectly on her face Now still falling continuing down its way, The nickels misguided journey now is almost at an end, For now this moment now feels like a day, With the poor nickel now scared for it can no longer fend, Off all the evils that now surrounds it And now this nickel has found itself in, A place that still boggles the minds of men, With its curves and overflowing sin, Along with the possibilities that scream out can, Change the mood in a second with five cents So after everything that has happened, Through all the time that has passed, This Nickels journey now has come to its end, And no one is gladder of this then, The Nickel itself god damn it! |