Farewell, dear Penny.
You were more than just copper and cents—
you were the sound of childhood games, clinking against the sidewalk,
the thrill of a perfect pitch, the luck of a find in a busy New York street.
You jingled in our pockets, paved our wishes in fountains,
and carried Lincoln’s gaze through generations.
Though small in value, you were rich in history.
You will be missed, but never forgotten.
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