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A small rock, round and slightly chipped
I hold it in my hands rolling it about My thoughts drift from hither and yon I find myself picking up this rock often Rolling it and thinking And I wonder if it has been here before In someones hands rolling it as they think And I wonder again how many hands I am touching through time With this simple round slightly chipped rock |
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{{Ms Poet}}}
The most simpliest thing can make us wonder,, All the questions that fill our mind,,, Hmmmmmmmm ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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the thoughts that a simple object can bring to ones mind..
beautiful sis.. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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i like that ccp!! i do that stuff too... or when hiking off trails i
wonder how many feet have stepped where i just did ![]() ![]() |
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nice poem
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This is lovely Jenni
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I like to think that rock is yours and its beauty within is the eons
that have passed to shine throughout time. ![]() ![]() ![]() G |
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I see you
and I pick you up looking and seeing what I choose to see I ponder and wonder why you are this way chipped and bent a simple rock, dirty, upon the ground... just waiting for the one to place you on solid ground..., or I could take you home or just "care" I could throw you across the water, playing skip the rock or I could take you home and help clean you up, give you shelter and a place to bear, all your troubles and all your cares... ((((HUGS to you both)))) |
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this is why she is so good,
because she can write about the simple things in life and that is why people like, real feelings, feelings that you can relate to feelings you can feel every day in an everyday life. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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