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| "Walking Words"
Sticks and stones May break my bones, But words simply Break my heart. A curt dismissal From so called friends; A solitary walk; A mournful cry. My heart does mend And wander ‘round the bend. A pond critter Returns my smile. On a rough stretch, Tears are shed. A little toad Returns my laugh. A puzzling scene Mends the last hope, And a silly skunk Yields everything all right. Megan Delia Ratcliff 18 September 1999 |