The penny from the ground
takes the shape of gold
in a child's palm.
The pupils in your eyes,
dare I tell you why,
entrance me.
The disk that is the sun
resumes it's earthly run
each morning.
From peace signs to shirt buttons
the circumference will always be
a function of 3.141592653.
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