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The Rock

There's this clutz who had a rock.
It never gave him any good luck.
Where he went, this boulder came,
They were like a ball and chain.

Many of his dreams were now gone,
Cuz the heavy rock pinned him down.
It was indeed smaller than a door,
But his shoulders were still sore.

One day he said "Hell with this,"
and kissed the rock good-bye.
"I'll never suffer form this burden,
No, not any more. Curtain."

He threw away this rock,
And hoped for the best of luck.
It didn't go very far,
landed on his toes.

by: Charlie Ma


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