"How much for the light in a basket?" The girl lays her coins on the counter.
"How much for the light in the basket?" she asks.
"The one, 'containing:
happy thoughts
wishes
corners of smiles
twinkles in eyes
sisters' hugs
summer picnics
sweet dreams,
and fairy dust?'"
Counting, one, two, three pennies, the clerk smiles.
"You have it exactly," he says, and retrieves it from the window.
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