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I sat staring the big rock

Listening to the clock

Going tick tock

And it just would not stop

Unlike the rock

A once rolling stone

It gathered no moss

But now it stands like a monolith alone

A sentinal to life over looking all

I sit here and study it in the autumn fall

As the clock keeps marking time

With its tick to king beating out

It’s incessant melodic rhyme

And it just keeps penertrating my mind

While I feel the moss growing thick on me

My conscious travels freely

As I remain seated here.