Ode to the Pebble
A Sonnet
by memeon
My wrong pebble, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you hide, walk and look,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the long cookbook.
Let me compare you to a pretender?
You are more dirty, scaly and teary.
Strong fogs hide the oceans of November,
And autumntime has the blue caliri.
How do I love you? Let me count the ways.
I love your sound elbows, fingers and toe.
Thinking of your rough fingers fills my days.
My love for you is the israeli blow.
Now I must away with a heavy heart,
Remember my black words whilst we're apart.
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