I have been crushing big rocks into little rocks all day.
Tired, hungry and bruised, my spirit decays.
Once so big and now so small.
No longer do these rocks seem so tall.

Peebles? No, hardly the case for me.
Just small rocks for all to see.
About the size of a basball round.
None smaller can be seen or found.

Who decides on the final resting place?
I decide on these weary scars upon my face.
Sleep, sleep as the day comes near.
More big rocks will soon appear.
Again, I will crush big rocks into little rocks all day.

Gulliver Gimble

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