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Coins
Why do worship these things in our pockets
That jingle like music in a promising tune?
Those tiny round pieces of metal that
Decide our fate as we yell 'HEADS!'
As they take off, and then descend for Earth
Why do we consider it lucky to find
One covered in dirt on the street when
We notice it glinting, the Queen winking?
Coincidence that everything around is
Shaped in neat little circles?
Clocks and buttons and plates and cakes
And cups and frisbees and OOOOOO
Look around! I think you'll find
The world was built with coins in mind!
fab! u r so the next william shakespere with out the wierd colar!!! brilliantai!u sound like miss greenwood, sry but it had to b sed. but stil she is a genious in her own way! x me x
well done on this poem terri, it's an unusual theme but you've tackled it perfectly. the sonnet idea you talked about is such a cool idea!
I like how you wrote this poem. I liked how you made it look like coins in the poem and how this is a sonnet. I like how the lines flow together, the images painted, and the way you get me to think about money. Thanks for the read!