Poem -

Maters Of The Penny

The penny is but a coin
Riddled between value
Not suited for caring 
Unless it's need is due

Single it's unit
Simple it's place the dollar 
Use, who can deny it
Rank, what can be smaller 
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Currency the right away
To bartering in real time 
But for life's give away
Strength in would be mine

Denarius, the hidden code
If ye would be rich
Here should be thine abode
Mastering this niche 

Smallest denomination
Foundation the tallest wealth 
Without clarification 
Poverty remains stealth 

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