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When I Walked
By A Rock,
Did I Hear
The Rock
Talk?
By A Rock,
Did I Hear
The Rock
Talk?
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I've often thought of rocks
As fascinating to behold -
Sculptures, carved by nature
And incredibly old.
They’re full of information
All about our history;
Some rocks reveal their secrets,
Some remain a mystery.
This stone that held my interest
Was about thirteen feet tall;
With a large hole through the center,
From which you could see it all!
Further close inspection
Had revealed that over time,
The strange hole in the middle
Earned a crust of sooty grime.
I started then, to contemplate,
On how that came to be
And oh, how I was yearning
For that rock to talk to me!
As fascinating to behold -
Sculptures, carved by nature
And incredibly old.
They’re full of information
All about our history;
Some rocks reveal their secrets,
Some remain a mystery.
This stone that held my interest
Was about thirteen feet tall;
With a large hole through the center,
From which you could see it all!
Further close inspection
Had revealed that over time,
The strange hole in the middle
Earned a crust of sooty grime.
I started then, to contemplate,
On how that came to be
And oh, how I was yearning
For that rock to talk to me!
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