Marble

It is released from rest
On top of the incline
Every second squared
It only gets fine,
Oh that friction
So despicable
And loathsome,
Not constant lament
It deserves
Not blatant disregard,
If not for the scratches
And the rubble
There to fine
How would a marble
Ever get its shine

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