About a rock,
not a pebble, not a stone,
but about a rock,
is it shale with dead crustations,
is it pumice made from lava plums,
is it sedimentary in it's formation,
or compressed sand from the oceans or seas,
these are question not just for you or me,
was it once a meteorite that came down from the heavens,
or was it once a stalactite or stalagmite,
from what I see, it is a stone,
all I know, that rock will out live me.
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