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Sep 2016
Pebbles, rocks. Boulders and stones.
Unique and yet so plain.

How many million individual grains of sand rest upon a beach,
None of them the same.

A snowflake falls a different shape,
A billion others follow.

Are they unique,
Are we the same.
Answer how it suits you.

But in a pile of rocks a thousand tall,
Thats all it is,
A pile or rocks.
A thousand tall.
Rock on rock on rock.

They are all just ******* rocks.
Individuality is a myth
Jack Michael Westland
Written by
Jack Michael Westland  Aberdeen, Scotland
(Aberdeen, Scotland)   
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       Samm Marie, ---, Weeping willow and Jenny Gordon
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