Stone Roller Poem by james watkin
Stone Roller
"Young and springy
Vigours away slug tracked to
Wet paths clingy
What has this to do with
Our throb? " Says boy.
"Our thrill? " Says frog.
From bench; from log.
"Blithe and swanky
Humours apart who haul shell
In rains cranky
What place have things that weigh
Too much of labours past?
Cobwebbed-enmeshed, aghast
Skipped by", says girl.
Says soft insect;
Who intersect.
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12/17/2025 9:26:01 PM # 1.0.0
And then girl kissed frog and turned the boy into a prince.