Orphans money

I walked outside on Christmas morning and found a hundred dollar bill.

I later learned that the money I found was supposed to go to orphans and I felt ill.

When I found the money, I gave it to my landlord and I was pretty sure that he wouldn't return it.

He said he was keeping the money because he earned it.

Two days later he died of a heart attack.

Some say it was a punishment for not giving the money back.

I sold an antique and got two hundred dollars.

I gave it to the orphans and they cheered and hollered.

I gave the orphans money to my landlord and I feel terrible because of what I did.

But I also feel happy because I was able to make it up to these kids.

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This is a fictional poem

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