Like none that I’d seen
I kicked that thing
The entire way home
I drew on it a face
‘Cause it looked out of place
Set it next to the vase
But it didn’t fit in
It wouldn’t cuddle at night
It just didn’t feel right
So, out of my sight
I tossed it back in the stream
I thought it was gone
But every morning at dawn
There it is on the lawn
The dog brings it to me
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