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// Rock 
// Story: The Pi (and other very random stories) 
// by Sir Squidfish 
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Rock (A dramatic reading)


Ahem.

My name is Maud.

This is a poem about a rock.

It is called Rock.

All my poems are called Rock.

...

Because they're about rocks.



Rock.
You are cold, like a rock.
You are a cold rock.
You are grey, like a rock.
Rocks are grey.
You are a grey rock.

Rock.
You are a stone's throw away from being gone.
Gone away.
Because you are a stone.
Rocks are stones.
Don't go away, Rock.
Stay in your box.
In your rock box in my pocket.
A pocket rock.

Rock.
You are a mystery, Rock.
You sit in stony silence,
Saying nothing.
Because you are a rock.
And rocks can't talk.

Rock.
You are a rock.
Rock.

Thank you.

"Thank you" is not the last line of the poem.
The last line was "Rock." Because it's a poem
About rocks.

Thank you.