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Exchange (airport poem, 8-30-2022
I had to pick up Wakanomori from the airport today, and these thoughts went through my head, looking at the currency exchange booth)
Exchange
Give me paper money in different colors & sizes w/metallic strips/clear windows & the faces of unfamiliar important people/flowers/mountains.
Look, I brought shells/rare seeds/these diamonds washed clean in the blood of innocents
surely
we can trade

Exchange
Give me paper money in different colors & sizes w/metallic strips/clear windows & the faces of unfamiliar important people/flowers/mountains.
Look, I brought shells/rare seeds/these diamonds washed clean in the blood of innocents
surely
we can trade

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It also makes life easier for cashiers. Less chance of the "no, I have you $50" scam working.
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