The hole

by Jem Croucher

 

I found a pebble on the beach
With a hole all the way through
So I put it in my pocket
where it made a hole anew
And when I thought to look for it
a little later on
all I found was a new hole
and the pebble it had gone

So I found another pebble
with a hole upon the beach
and I held it in my hand
to keep it in my reach
And when I got it home
I put it on display
to remind me of the beach
where I found it yesterday

 

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