Smooth soft stones
Picked from the beach
Rounded and smooth
To the touch
Opened a floodgate
In my mind
As distant memories
Rushed in
Of a different time and place
A simpler time
And way of life
When hours could be spent
In the innocent pursuit
I have a very unusual pet He’s a Madagascan Chameleon But he can’t change colour As he has a reptile dysfunction
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