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Are all these stones

yours

I said

and the mountain

pleased

but reluctant to

admit my praise could move it much

shook a little

and rained a windrow ring of stones

to show

that it was so

Stonefelled I got

up addled with dust

and shook

myself

without much consequence

Obviously I said it doesn't pay

to get too

close up to

greatness

and the mountain friendless wept

and said

it couldn't help

itself