I'm surprised that your bio isn't about rocks.
Rocks are life.
Rocks are strife.
They build mountains and many things,
But still kicked by the hooves, though they contain gems to make rings.
Nopony seems to care, if we are together
But me and my rocks, we are forever.
Silly games the ponies play,
But under the shade, do we stay.
You seem boring, dull, and still,
And sometimes big, or small as a pill.
You are gray or brown, and that makes me wonder,
Do some rocks have a mind, good enough to ponder?
But would you think about me, your owner?
Or would you let me be alone, let me be a loner.
Nopony cares if we are together,
But me and my rocks, we are forever.
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