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Silvered Sound

A new quarter hits the pavement and clicks a slighter sound than the older ones that had swallowed silver to perfect their tone. These days, after eons of collecting, silvered quarter notes arise infrequently to touch the ear of an older guy or doll who remembers the enriched call, rising as if it wished to fly, and how much fun that coin could buy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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