Cobblestones
Each stone on its own
Walk over and over
Slower and slower
They get to hear the beach all the time
What a fine time to be a rock
I start to stare and they start to melt
One into the other
Like a fabric pattern
Reminds me of a jet engine
Seems like everything reminds me of planes these days
What a day
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
Cobblestones
Each stone on its own
Walk over and over
Slower and slower
They get to hear the beach all the time
What a fine time to be a rock
I start to stare and they start to melt
One into the other
Like a fabric pattern
Reminds me of a jet engine
Seems like everything reminds me of planes these days
What a day
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