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As the light focused in sugercube corner the loud audinced shushed itself as a lone made her way out to be he stage the only sound that of silence and pinkie using a vuvazla. And she begun

Rocks tall and strong

Small and stubborn

Built to wistand that of the strength of an apple clan

But what can a rock due when its not protecting itself

It shakes and rocks back and forth

Up and down

Side to side

Its quakes loud

its silence wrong

It hits you with no fault

Annoys you

But this my rock

Mine and mine alone

For this rock has stayed with me thru and thru

When I'm sad or when I'm glad

For you are my cavern of shelter

My pink little rock

And you I can gladly and proudly call

My rock.