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A pebble sits upon a beach,
     The sea washing its face.
Waves beat down with forceful strength
     Then draw back in disgrace.

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The sun shines down to give it warmth,
     The gulls call from above,
But who do you think then comes along
     To render it some love?

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Two children walk along this beach
     And seek a pebble bright.
'I’ve found one,' calls the little girl:
     'This one’s exactly right.'
 
The pebble's grasped within her hand,
     Her eyes smile down with pride
And the pretty pebble, quite unloved,
     Feels warmth deep down inside.

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'Look!  It’s such a pretty stone,'
      She says and smiles with joy
And then she puts this lovely stone
      In the hand of the small boy.

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'It’s just a pebble!' the boy says,
     And throws it out to sea
And the little girl cries sadly out:
      'But it belonged to me.'

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'It wasn’t yours to throw away.
     I chose it.  It was mine!        
I loved the colour of my stone -
   Its smoothness and its shine!'

 

The pebble, now back in the sea,
     Is thrashed within the deep,
But, knowing he was loved one day,
     Is a thought he’ll always keep. 

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