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Jun 2016
Walking,
talking words into being

Never noticed the stone
up ahead.

Stubby toes, let
rock remind,

Look around, watch
where you go.

Stood on one leg
clutching clubbed foot.

Old stone on the road,
thank you.
Written by
Mike Adam  66/M/London England
(66/M/London England)   
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