It lay by the roadside It caught his his eye The intriguing stone With its hidden beauty
He picked it up With visions of the future And what he could make of it He took it with him
For nearly twenty years He pushed and prodded it He rubbed and agitated it Trying to give it polish
He tried a plain silver setting Then experimented with flashy gold Even tried an ornate playinum one Never truly satisfied
Frustrated he threw it away He got a new one. There it lay on the rocks of the roadside Hidden beauty still shining within
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