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Mar 2013
I have this Coin here in my pocket
That I pull out when there's a need*
If I told you it was magic
At that point would you believe

It's been passed down from generations
Hand to hand it is smooth and bright
A ceremony few have witnessed
And now the Silver Coin is mine

I don't abuse the Coins good fortune
Wishing for that which money can buy
There's so much more that is important
That the Coin's used for in life

The Coin warms in my pocket
When I get close to where I best can serve
Fulfilling the Silver Coins purpose
In a simple action or a kindly word

Is the Coin really magic
Or just a reminder to do what's right
Do you have a Coin in your pocket
That you count on like I do mine

When I am old and gray like my Father
I will pass the Coin to the next in line
So it will continue to bringΒ Β forth justice
*To those less fortunate than you and I
Mike Hauser
Written by
Mike Hauser  Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)   
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