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On a cold winter day
a shiny black rock
has a lot to say ...
On a short walk
a shiny black rock
seems to talk ...
In a gloomy spot
a shiny black rock
feels so hot
In a warm hand
a shiny black rock
can deftly land
Under foot or car
a shiny black rock
can't be far
Under heavy rain
a shiny black rock
lives, again.
Katherine
P.S.
Every divine day, my happy homeschooler walks his beloved Mommy to the neighborhood community centre, for her daily workout at the life-saving gym. This early magical morn, my shining star found his perfect match; a shiny black rock that he so kindly named: Betsy.
Oh, if she were only here to see us, now!
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