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PILES of PEBBLES
There are certain things
That run through my head
They make no real sense
Just where my mind treads
I don't bring them up
Please don't tell a soul
They might think my brain
Incomplete, has a hole
Makes me sort of wonder
Just what is the scoop?
Are piles of pebbles
Just bigger rock's poop?
LISTEN TO ME READ
I know... this is a weird one. But when they come to me I have to write them down.
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