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Rock Hounding

I think that there shall never be
an ignoramus just like me
who roams the hills throughout the day
to pick up rocks that do not pay
for there's one thing I've been told
I take the rocks and leave the gold

Over deserts wild or mountains blue
I search for rocks of varied hue
a hundred pounds or more I pack
with blistered feet and aching back
and after this is said and done
I cannot name a single one

I pick up rocks wherever I go
the reason why...I do not know
for rocks are found by fools like me
where God intended them to be

from Stone People Products, Oro Valley, Arizona
 


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