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Here is an example poem from the book:

THE STONE She gave me a stone It was unique and rare All shiny and new More precious than air As delicate as a flower As big as a truck It belonged in a tower It sat in a field Alone and unshielded I visited it, polished it Talked to it and loved it I saw her there, in the sands Next to the stone, mallet in hands Holding it strong, swinging it hard And smashing the stone, off flew the shards Don’t hurt it! I begged. I asked. I pleaded. Just love it like I do Please please, I need it. She stopped. She paused. She looked at me slightly. OK. She said. I’ll treat the stone rightly. She lowered the mallet and gave me a hug You promise? I asked. She gave me a shrug. But days later I found her In the field all alone Swinging the mallet Hard and fast at the stone. I stopped her again. I made her swear. To be good to the stone. Even when I’m not there. But again, and again She came to the field She smashed that stone With no purpose revealed Only one way can I protect the stone I setup camp and made a new home I watched the stone every day To keep it safe. It was the only way. But still she smashed it! In front of my eyes! Powerless to stop it. I could only cry. She smashed that stone With righteous rage With every blow The stone did fade I try to fix the stone As fast as she smashes Despite the pain And through the crashes I yell and scream. I shout “please stop! “ I fall and crawl I flail and flop. I can’t keep up. I’m not so fast. Please don’t smash. The stone won’t last. The stone is nearly dust right now. I don’t know how to fix it. And now I fall to pieces Each time she looks at the mallet. Why did she give it to me? If she just wants to destroy it? Why won’t she help me fix the stone? Why does she despise it? And while I sit in horror As I watch my precious stone die Her friends all hand her mallets And tell her to let them fly. By Matthew J. Schwartz Chaos Poems on Facebook

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