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by The Hyper-Industrialized Empire of Dictationapore. . 9 reads.

A Poem by A Rock

I am a rock
As I sit on the dock
Snuggling in my sock
I see a flock

Where do they go?
I do not know.

For I am just a rock

The flock flew away
From the dock
O'er the bay

They fly through the sky
Up so high
Until I can't see them
With my rocky eye

Where do they go?
I do not know.

For I am just a rock.

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