Silver-Plated Sentiment
The fresh minted,
Silver-plated, coin Tosses glintfully Into the clear sky's sun. ^ Momentum accelerates Rotations until Gravity gradually Slows it perfectly still. ^ It floats for half an instance, Elevated in the vertical distance, Only to Inevitably descend right back To me-- Standing where the waiting surface would smack It eventually. ^ Before the pavement could dent The coin down to a single solitary cent, I caught it and fulfilled my intent, Safely enclosing it with palms of sentiment.
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