Stoned
Look at my rough externality
My coarse exterior scrapes
And can be felt to be irregular
As I enjoy the harsh landscapes
I have colors of black and gray
Nothing exciting I must say
I am the size of a basic marble
But not as smooth or symmetric
I can fit in the hands
Of a kids dirty palm
Perfect size to be thrown
In anger or as in play
I’m confident in my pride
As being a little stone
May you find me alluring
As a child already does
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