My Daily Doubt

The dull whirling sphere dances off
Until struck by the inquisitive hand
To reveal a bright silver face.
The following test, it wobbles back
Into motion until prodded tenderly
To reveal a fine monument.
The researcher, scoffing, remarks,
"I could have sworn
the coin bore the image
of a man's face.
How could I have been
so mistaken?"
Scribbling, locking it away relieved,
He publishes his discovery.
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