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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