The Pretty Pebbles Of Love - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI
When we were little kids We used to sit together Collecting and counting Too many pebbles to play With these pretty pebbles. Each boy sat beside a girl And started the count game By saying: 'You love me and you don't love me.' And so on like this till the end. If the boy ended with: 'You love me.' Then he was the winner or vice versa If the girl ended with same words She was the winner. That was the pretty game of The pretty pebbles. These were the pretty pebbles of love And it was the memory of the pretty childhood.
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