A young boy walked into our bookstore…browsed a minute…then in a gesture beautiful and grand…said, "I just want to thank you…here's a tip." Then he put two quarters in my hand.
He saiid, "This is just to thank you for all the things you do." The he whispered, "I wanted to give you three quarters…but all I had was two."
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wonderfully touching poem jim