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The smell of fresh cash

In hands that haven’t seen them for a while

“At long last!”

Hadn’t finished saying those words

And a pair of hungry mouths

Pop up to claim share

Don’t remember seeing their names

On the wad of notes

Obliged to give

Having known how it feels

To be hungry

Perhaps when the Giver gave

Their names were on those bank notes

And perhaps

I couldn’t see