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115 · Oct 2019
The Stones In My Hand
Tisha Oct 2019
I was sitting by the river
Throwing in, the bouncing stones
Denied they, to jump a five
Jumped just once and took a dive

Saddened I was, and there I lay
When a little frog came up my way
Said " What are you doing here?
Come join me in the fear. "

What fear I asked him
He was scared to say
"There's a creature there
Which eats whatever where. "

Realized I, that God is good
Not exciting the creature
By the stones I threw
However, I still have a few.

— The End —