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Indiscretion
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Old Poetry (Pre-2002) Indiscretion
I searched the ground and caught a glimpse;
pignments changing as I bent;
a projectile faultless and precise;
to execute my great intent.
Firmly held within my grasp,
the peble's fate was surely sealed.
With perfect aim and grand finesse,
through the air it swiftly peeled!
Skillfully I skipped the rock
and broke the pond's tranquility.
I watvched the widening ripples
as an odd regret tood hold of me
The time i'd spent in seeking
and the shine that brough my eyes to rest,
were lost now to that watery grave;
...is this now shame I ingest?
What of that little pebble now?
resting on the cold dark floor?
The beauty that had caught my eye
would capture passing glance no more.
