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Bronze Winner: In The Land of The Dollar Bill

The day wears 
and the walls go up
And it's Friday afternoon
I clean my trowel
and the terror starts
Because there is nothing 
between now and Monday
Except oblivion in the Bronx

And I'll think of you
in Glenariffe
Walking the pebbled strand
One beam of light 
through the metal sky
dancing on your gingered hair
The author of this poem is R_Emmet. The poem is originally published here: In The Land of The Dollar Bill

I really enjoyed the subtle melancholy in his poem and the beautiful descriptions and imagery.
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