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I found something not from here outside a home, sitting alone a hard body, smooth surface shaped perhaps, by forces severe a volcano, a glacier. I picked it up for a while heard its tale, a lively life ... you look old, spent and done are you just resting here, or have you retired? We spoke some more, shared our woes till twas time to let it go in a private spot, by the lake open skies, no one in sight.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
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I found something not from here outside a home, sitting alone a hard body, smooth surface shaped perhaps, by forces severe a volcano, a glacier. I picked it up for a while heard its tale, a lively life ... you look old, spent and done are you just resting here, or have you retired? We spoke some more, shared our woes till twas time to let it go in a private spot, by the lake open skies, no one in sight.
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Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:20 AM UTC
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