The blathering idiot was emptying his pants pockets when he came across some change he didn’t know he had. He stared at the pennies, nickels, and dimes and he thought about the nature of change:
Be an agent of change, unless, of course, you change your mind.
Of course, you could be so poor that you can’t change your mind.
Change is inevitable; it’s the folding money I’m not so sure about.
Count your change and then count your blessings. Whichever one is greater, that’s where you are: blessed and broke, or cursed with a lot of loose coins weighing down your pockets.
If there was one thing about me I could change it would be … oh, never mind, I’ve changed my mind.
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