Yard Sale

Yard Sale

A Poem by EsReverniDrawrof
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super silliness

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"Rock for sale"! 
oh, it used to be bread 
that was old and stale 
or maybe its dead? 
was it once cute and small? 
I really cant tell 
it doesn't move at all 
and its all I can sell 
except for these sticks 
used to poke the rock 
that doesn't do tricks 
nor wear fancy socks 
no, its not a pet 
of this, I know 
or it isn't yet 
as it has nowhere to go 
I'll throw the sticks in for free 
and none are finer than these 
I just need some money 
wont you buy the rock please?

© 2013 EsReverniDrawrof


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Added on December 12, 2013
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EsReverniDrawrof
EsReverniDrawrof

Phoenix, AZ



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