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About This Poem
My Little Stone
Past remnants of happy children
Are engraved upon this little stone
All the years after, where I have been
I have found peace in my little stone
Of all the times I grasped it tight
Playing tag and catching snails
Holding when I was scared at night
That little stone that never fails
Years have gone, friends I've lost
Money I have made, but i'm still alone
I feel the chill the slight hard frost
Every time I hold that special stone
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