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The rock


One day as I slept in my car before work You pulled up next to me And walked into my car I was taking a nap So seeing you get into my car like if we were so close I smiled and said hello You said you had a gift for me I woke up real quick You laughed and handed me a small bag The bag fit in my hand I was worried it was jewelry I wasn't ready to except something like that from anyone The bag felt a lil heavy Once I opened it.. It was a rock An egg shaped rock My eye lit up... I love rocks For someone to pay attention to a small detail like that I only mentioned it once And for this guy to act like we've known each other for years walking into my car while I slept To getting me something so simple yet so meaningful to me .... This gift made me see the world in color again
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