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Let The Dime Decide 
 
Emerging from my denim's depths, 
where linty creatures lie: 
a coin to use - to flip and choose 
the way for you and I. 
The tiniest of a tinny mint, 
(of borders, not of worth), 
shall fly from off my forceful thumb 
and somersault to earth. 
Depending on the side that lands, 
I'll flash a frown or grin - 
if Roosevelt can see the sky: 
we're heading left; I win. 
But if the darkness of the ground 
and grass impedes his sight, 
then I have lost the argument 
and we'll be turning right. 
Solet us end this vain debate 
by making fate our guide. 
With gravity and destiny 
We'll let the dime decide.