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| picksy |
If you throw a pebble into a mill pond see how quick it vanishes from sight ; it sinks so fast so deep ; at the bottom its as dark as my mood and cold as your heart ; and you know it may never surface . Will you sit and watch the ripples chase each other over the shimmering blue water or will you think of the journey your pebble has made ; all the way down and does it make you want to find me for as sure as god made little apples i will still be there .
