Touching Stone Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Touching Stone

if not for the event.....
where would them words have went.....
if not for hearts a-breakin'
those coals, forever rakin'....
a thirst in need of slakin'....
headin', now, for sunny climes....
four nickels ain't no paradigms....

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