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Pebble in my hand,
feather-smooth but winter cold,
will hatch no stone chick.
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Excellent
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I feel that pebble in my hand. Great take.
Thank you, Bobby 🙂
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Thanks Willow 🙂
A sense of humor at the end. Nicely done. 🙂
I hadn’t thought of it as funny. It was rather a sad thought. I liked the idea of hatching a chick from my stone 🙂
Oh! Okay. I must be in a ‘funny’ mood. 🙂
Or I’m in a strange one 🙂
As they say, poetry is open to different interpretations. I remember once, long time ago, posting a poem and someone saw sexual connotations in it which I never intended. Ha ha!
You can find sexual connotations in almost everything if you look hard enough and have that kind of a mind 🙂