Can’t pick up rocks no more
’cause something’s under there
just a-waiting to suck your blood
and pull out all your hair.
Can’t trust nuttin’ any more
It’s all rotted through
The young’uns won’t never know
how wishes might come true.
Can’t pick up rocks no more
’cause something’s under there
just a-waiting to suck your blood
and pull out all your hair.
Can’t trust nuttin’ any more
It’s all rotted through
The young’uns won’t never know
how wishes might come true.
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I was just reading The Hobbit the other day. It sounds like something he fought. Hope I don’t see none around here
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Keep to the straight and narrow and you won’t. Thanks for the feedback. Nan
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Stick to the straight and narrow and you won’t. Thanks for the reply.
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A might ominous… with an old timey down homey rhythm and tone…
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Sorry for the scare. That thing under the rock just wouldn’t let go.
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Love the title and then flowing into the first stanza. Can’t pick up rocks no more…….
great post! š
Apologies Nan for the late reading of OLN….just returned from Bermuda to Boston’s fickle spring with nary a crocus or tred bud in sight š¦
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Have to be careful with those rotting stuff ~
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So I’ve read! Thanks, Grace.
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I like the slight creepiness of this. You just never know what uncovering that rock will find…
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Scary, yes! Thanks, Sarah.
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