In a little corner of reality, filled with gravel,
I saw momentous strides of life beckoning.
Little rocks and pebbles thick upon the ground,
crunching under the weight of passers-by.
Never complaining or minding, just doing their
jobs quietly.
Many different colors spread throughout the
crowd.
Different sizes and shapes strewn about, one to
catch almost anyone's eyes as they walk by.
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