“Good morning” said the oak tree
To the dark and gloomy stone
Would thou prefer I go away
And leave thee to thine own?
I sway your way on gentle breeze
With warmth for you to hold
But as a tree, I ask of thee
Do stones prefer the cold?
Stoned
21 Monday Apr 2008
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gerald said:
wow.. this is very nice shirl..
i really enjoyed this… take care
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JO said:
Marvelous! Somedays I feel like the oak tree, and I sometimes I feel like the stone…oh wait, that wasn’t me–that was Ozy.
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Shirley said:
Hey Oz, enough said! Thanks.
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ozymandiaz said:
I wish I were…
ummmm
nevermind
fun read
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Shirley said:
Bob, And you said you weren’t a poet…gotcha! Good shot!
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Bob said:
“We’re cold, it’s true, as you can see,
from my gray and homely tone,
but beauty just might lie beneath
A richness mine alone.
I can’t return your outward heat
Nor ape your gentle breeze,
But leave me lying in the sun
And my warmth is sure to please.”
Heh! Oh, well, I tried… Nice one, Shirley… spring can’t be far away.
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