A PEBBLE AT THE EDGE
See that pebble at the edge of the hill;
In midst of the stream's gushing thrill .
It was moving like a prey of kill ;
From the dreadful water of silent chill.
The stream did rush above its skill ;
But the pebble did tremble in its frill.
And at last the pebble lost its will ;
To end up on the valley for a silent still.......
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