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Nicobod and Icobod went up the hill

Through the valley and round the bend

They went high and they went low

They went to and they went fro

From here to there they went

Looking up and fell down

Looking for good and evil found

Searching for truth, looking for peace

Til they came upon a stone

A large obstacle in their way

They pushed and shoved

They pulled and prodded

But the stone remained

And ever will until they know

Where lives the stone

And its refrain

From the poetry collection Common Ground