Rocks, man

Found a rock
Cool as hell
Pulls me under
A magic spell

Heft in hand
Delight sky-rockets
Brush it clean
Fill my pockets

Pocket rattle
Waistband weighted
Rock-nerd-mode
Activated

Quirky, dull
Or sparkling jewel
Can’t deny it
Rocks are cool
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