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Counterfeit Money

Counterfeit Money

I make money that is not real.
I love to make counterfeit bills.
I have a contact who steals the paper that the government makes.
My counterfeit money looks like the real thing, I make no mistakes.
I counterfeit fifty dollar bills.
I have talent and I have skill.
I make fifteen million bucks of counterfeit bills every year.
But something has gone wrong, the Secret Service is here.
They just busted down my door and I'm being placed under arrest.
It's a pity that they found me because when it comes to making counterfeit money, I'm the best.
I thought my operation was fool proof, I didn't know that I would fail.
I underestimated the Secret Service and now I am going to rot in jail.
 

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Tony Taylor

What a compelling 'poetic fiction RANDY!!......VERY well crafted and filled with the kind of phrasing that urges the reader on.......well conceived and VERY well delivered.....and certainly a poetic deterrent for any would be counterfeiter......smiles.......ALL STARS!!....well done dear poet brother!!.....LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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