After hanging out together
most of the year,
the cones went out
on their own.
Plop, plop--they dropped.
Hit the ground, rolled around.
Pushed by the wind.
Kicked by a foot.
Some crushed by the same.
But, one small group
was gathered up.
Placed side-by-side.
Reunited after the fall.
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