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Samuel Hoffmann Aug 2021
feels like being a pet rock
With a painted smile.
Not on a desk or night stand
Rather in the yard,
kinda near the porch  
Partially covered in dirt
Deep enough to be sturdy,
yet not deep enough
to miss the blade of the mower.
Stepped on from time to time
Torn between wanting to get dug deeper
Buried and Ignored,
or put on a shelf
Polished and loved.

— The End —