A voice from the ground said
"Pick me up! I am not a
small stone
But a powerful demon who, for
now,
Appears to be a pebble. I
will reward
Those who aid me and remember
Those who pass me by!"
My pockets
Are full of pebbles; this is
not
The first time I've heard a
hard luck story;
They seldom turn out to be
true.
Still, a talking rock
deserves a degree
Of attention nor, these days,
Do my pockets have much else
in them.
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