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Grandad did you used to skim stones off the pond? Yes the very same one. We had a champion. His went right across the other bank. In life, he hit a log and sank. Eric nestled in the tall grass. James made waves and moved on, but Tom reached the other side and slowly dried. And Grandad, what about you? Well, I'm still here aren't I, hoping to be skimming stones with you, til your son comes along and I dry up too.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
Moving On
Grandad did you used to skim stones off the pond? Yes the very same one. We had a champion. His went right across the other bank. In life, he hit a log and sank. Eric nestled in the tall grass. James made waves and moved on, but Tom reached the other side and slowly dried. And Grandad, what about you? Well, I'm still here aren't I, hoping to be skimming stones with you, til your son comes along and I dry up too.
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Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
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