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A nut whose body is often pressed
Against a quarry's muddy breast;

An addict who breaks the rocks all day,
And lifts his sweaty arms to play;

A fool that may in summer wear
A nest of black flies in his hair;

An idiot who must have lost his brain;
Who smashes granite in driving rain.

Minerals are made by Nature underground,
But God really goofed when he made a rockhound.

– Larry Rush

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