Rounded
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Mark Heathcote
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To make a pebble rounded
It has-to-be crushed
Pounded and carved
There is nothing tender
About it, it must be
Tipped on its head
Upended out of bed
Turned in every which way
It doesn't want to go
Some may think it crude
But others shall behold it?
Behold its beauty, logically
knowing it's as rounded-
As anything - and possibly
It will roll with all the punches
Of this world until the next
Returned to the sediment
The bedrock of home.
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