sometimes it happens
somewhere along the way
someone finds it sitting there
sitting there on a chair
one's very own
stone
stone cold, stony...stone!
stone, u rock!
so i come and sit
sit by my stone,
(or sometimes,..right on it)
all right there
just sit and stare
starin at my stone...
my cold, old ancient stone.
all stones r ancient
as r all souls
so the story goes
C'est la vie...
so come, sit
get stoned with me
Sunday, May 09, 2010
stone...d
Posted by weatherman at 1:08 AM
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