I'm found in grass, and in your knife, In ice skates gliding, full of life! A helicopter's spinning wing. What a sharp, green, common thing?

An oversized communication device. Although you can’t make calls on it as its name seems to indicate.

Digits you use, but fishes do not. Edible fishy ones exist, just dont eat yours!

I hold a world but weigh so little, My glassy face can shine and twinkle. I have no pages, yet I can be read, I can show movies from a tiny bed. I’m not a phone, though I can still call, With a tap of a finger, I answer it all. What am I?

Common cents is being done away with. If you're in a pickle soon the nickel won't get you out of the fray. Don't drop this on me just because I'm telling you the truth!