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And I decided to lay down on the gravel,
on a magnificent spring day,
and to my dismay,
what I expected was not true,
the stone was comfortable.
My perspective had been untrue.
(Not really though, I knew it wouldn't be bad, but for the sake of poetry)
on a magnificent spring day,
and to my dismay,
what I expected was not true,
the stone was comfortable.
My perspective had been untrue.
(Not really though, I knew it wouldn't be bad, but for the sake of poetry)