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Rolling Stones
While ancient arches stare
Wide-eyed, at the languid
Leaves and slippery moss walls,
Stones roll along the stream
Into the vast unknown,
Searching for the distant
Place where restless, merry
Pebbles skip and frolic,
While gathering no moss,
Even if they know there
is no satisfaction
In trying to escape
the rhythm of the music.
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Roll on Mick Jagger!
Somehow, today photo prompt took me to The Rolling Stones…
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This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information.
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Rereading Jane Eyre 
The river certainly makes music at that spot 😉
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It’s a beautiful picture and it must be a spectacular place. Thanks for the prompt💗
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It is… very beautiful as you’ll see come the round up 🙂
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really lovley
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Thank you, Geoff 🙂
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Great take on the prompt. Love this.
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Thank you, Sarah💖
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