Such a Pretty Sight
It is easier to cast the stone.
a pretty sight, we all are
all separated by afar
one in Florida
never coming home
one in town
can't come around
two down the road
one speaks untruth
the other knows no better
and you
you sit there on your porch
wondering where it all went wrong
it is easier to cast the stone
than to see
your reflection in your mirror
(c)1994
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kadee grace
I am a ghostwriter/freelancer and have written hundreds of novels/novellas for clients who wish to become published authors. I write in many genres including love & romance, western romance, crime, drama and thriller.
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