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This poem is taken from PN Review 146, Volume 28 Number 6, July - August 2002.

Six Poems Caroline Bird

The Money

The money took a nose-dive,
the money packed her 'Herbal Essence' shampoo
and headed for the city,
the money sang, 'The streets are alive
with the sound of bar-codes.'
The money wore a floaty dress,
she liked to wrap the ribbons round her fist.
The money was loved by many tall men,
read hardback books, carted the kisses
blown to her by beige boys,
to the bank.
The money bought herself a pig
and fed it metal coins.
The money had friends with mint-blue jackets,
they would play Pontoon
with golden match-sticks,
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