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The pickaxe was charming And you once were whole But the tanned laborer Burnt brown by the sun Made the pickaxe sing Whistle in the wind You felt the impact The pickaxe once so charming Broke you in two These broken rocks Fields strewn with your saddest story About how time erodes And the hand of man Destroys You were there in the beginning The earth started spinning with you Your witness to creation Your abysmal ghost You were there in the beginning And all your broken pieces Your bitter memory Will be there in the end With words unspoken Shouting louder than the dying sun All your broken pieces Will be there in the end To testify
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Ode To Broken Rocks
The pickaxe was charming And you once were whole But the tanned laborer Burnt brown by the sun Made the pickaxe sing Whistle in the wind You felt the impact The pickaxe once so charming Broke you in two These broken rocks Fields strewn with your saddest story About how time erodes And the hand of man Destroys You were there in the beginning The earth started spinning with you Your witness to creation Your abysmal ghost You were there in the beginning And all your broken pieces Your bitter memory Will be there in the end With words unspoken Shouting louder than the dying sun All your broken pieces Will be there in the end To testify
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
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