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Gemstone
I found you resting on a shelf,
your beauty now in doubt.
I'll pick you up and dust you off,
bring back your see through self.
A beautiful mountain, you once called home,
released you on your way.
To rings and things, to wear in love,
of hearts that never break.
Much more than a beautiful rock,
I'll say!
Arlie Pierson © 2004
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