A pebble rolled,
Rolled along the path,
Inadvertently kicked from its rest
By my shuffling by
My steps I slowed,
Slowed to watch the stone,
Familiar to me now in its search
For a new place to lie
I left the road,
The road of design,
Intentionally, just to kick the rock
Once more and watch it fly
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