A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone
shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry
as the dog. — Jack London

If I had billion dollars, I would spread my stash —
a million here, a million there — I would share.
If I had million dollars, I would portion out my cash —
a thousand here, a thousand there — I would be fair.
If I had a thousand dollars, I would give a lot —
a hundred here, a hundred there — all I could bear.
If I had hundred dollars, I would offer what I've got —
a dollar here, a dollar there — all I could spare.
But if I had just a dollar, enough to buy a bone,
should a hungry dog come by, that bone is mine alone.

J.D. Heskin

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