Aybars Zadeh

The Pebbles

I wonder what it would feel like to be Saddam.
Hiding in a hole all day,
Nothing to do but count pebbles.
Or maybe, act out a play with the pebbles.
Dress up the pebbles.
Name the pebbles.
Eat the pebbles.
Be the pebbles.




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