pebbles on my hand i roll
thinking few of this is a nil
it gets between your toes
that would be sure pain
a group of these on wall
with natural luster, flash
this could have been separated
from big rocks once a mountain
journey for years before my palm
be forgotten when i dropp to ground
if you look at yourself where are you
are you any closer to my pebbles too
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