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Maine Poem, #1
Like the singing stone we found on the beach
the years have tumbled me smooth
all my bad days, my foolish ways erased
leaving something finer, a pale seam of pure gratitude.
bottom of page
Maine Poem, #1
Like the singing stone we found on the beach
the years have tumbled me smooth
all my bad days, my foolish ways erased
leaving something finer, a pale seam of pure gratitude.