Writing a 5 minute poem about a stone every day I til it's good day 1
Day 1:
Indistinguishable from the next
Yet placed in a pocket
Decisions made to be kept
Yet I feel I give nothing
For I am a stone after all
It's my life's work
To ponder my worth
So tiring I mostly sit and rest
Sometimes in the stomach of a fox
Other times I wake flying over the shoreline
People are cocker hoop
I am a stone
Something works in these equations
Though I wear away
The granules stay with people
When diminished I'll know why
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Day 2:
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