Stones
Stones
A stone will play inside my brain
to help capture a New York mile;
roll up those sleeves
treasure among the pier
Billy toast the mall
shadows nestled above the snow
Bury me below the shore breeze
make room from the outer banks
it maybe a good day
but its room the chosen mouth
light up a lucky
Gordy Howe playing hockey
make room for a lot to see
stones will begin to crumble
be outside my porch window
love has gained
it also has lost
Billy Goat Gruff
cherish those given moments
starts off as a pebble then suddenly a stone
covered the case of a disco
Chariots of fire
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