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Words are the pebbles
I gather on my path.
My mouth can’t deal with them.
The sandy bits cause mumbling,
And Those too smooth
Make me choke.
Hide them in my shoe
And I’m limping all day.
In my pocket, one
Or two sweeten the moment,
But even a handful
Can weigh me down.
Words are the pebbles
I gather to cast away–
And oh, the unexpected arc of flight,,
The glint and glimmer each stone gives
In homage to the moon–
And I can’t help whooping with joy!
Very nice.
Love hearing from you, sending blessings of sweetness and love, darling Joanne! *willows in mist**sunlight through clouds**children embracing*