OMG...this really happened to me today, and it was so profound I felt compelled to

compose this short ditty? I picked up a rock in my hand
I threw it and watched it land
It kicked up a puff
of dust or some stuff
and came to a rest in the sand.

I knew almost right away
That after this beautiful day
I will never achieve
a more glorious heave
So I left it and walked away.



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