Mom says every time that you find a penny on the ground someone in heaven is thinking of you. My Aunt says, if mom's not careful she'll be meeting someone in heaven. She'll pick up a penny on the busiest streets of New York City not paying any attention to traffic.
Lately, I've found a penny just staring up at me every day. I'm not looking for any(though I'm quite guilty of looking for four-leaf clovers). They just always seem to find me. Not on busy streets either. They're just out in the open practically jumping in my hand-actually if they got any easier to find-they would be in my hand.
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