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Post by Ivan Carswell on Nov 20, 2007 5:44:57 GMT -5
The gems you ever thought to find didn’t litter paths you never walked on anyway; the stones you threw you claimed were stones in every eye – stones are stones unless they shine, that’s what Grandpa used to say. Head bowed you stand at a grave your ideas rest in – tears in stone eyes shine, splash in eternal flow, play in dust with jewels you’ve thrown away. © 19 October 2007, I. D. Carswell
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