there was a girl,
who had a rock,
a rock that she called Fred.
then one day,
behind the stove,
she found her pet rock dead.
staring down,
at gravel now,
screams pounded in her head.
for 13 days,
she cried aloud,
hidden in her bed.
but her cries she cried,
for Fred (who's dead),
were all just in her head.

 
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