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Poem: The Stone

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So little is a stone

But it has seen more sunrises than

You,

Your father,

Your father’s father,

Your father’s father’s father,

Or even his great uncle who used to frolic with dinosaurs

While shooting pool with God himself.


Once, this stone tripped none other than

Eleanor Roosevelt,

Back when it was a little bigger.

It would like you to know that her eyes

Were almost as bright as the birth of the universe.

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