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Pebbles
The little stack of pebbles
A long way from the ground
Taken from the quarry
To a new driveway was bound
In the lorry went
Through the gates of the house
Its loud engine frightened everything
From the chicken to the mouse
Dumped onto the road
The pile of stones poured out
And this little stack of pebbles
Found themselves in doubt
One new beginning lay ahead
A life of glitz and glam
But when the hailstorm washed them down
The pebbles cried “oh, damn!”
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Tadgh Quill-Manley
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