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A stone is a stone is a stone.
Should I be a round one, worn down,
No edges or burrs or sharpness,
Nothing for the light to catch on to?
Or should I stick out, stick up,
Sit special like I’ve got something to say?
I know the answer, if I’m honest.
I wish I could smooth out all my rough edges,
Shine slick and smooth like a river stone.
But it would take years for the water to wear me down,
And I’m not sure I’ve got that kind of time.
