The Stone Of Woe

Whose stone is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his stone a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The stone is funny, gentle and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.




























































































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