Poem By James B. Earley

.....When rocks

................Are thrown

............................Our way

.........Maliciously

......................Thrown

................ONLY...

.....................................Our way
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*.................Should we not

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..........................................Examine
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*..........The

.................................Reasons

...........................................................WHY

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The sparseness of this leaves room for a myriad of interpretations. A clever poem that reveals much about it's author. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
wish I had thought of that...mmm thanks for the inspiration...and whose been throwing rocks at you? I actually love this, thanks...Maggie
Think I would be concerned if anyone threw a rock my way at all....liking the way you wrote this James....10++


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