I need not gold nor shining gem,
Indeed I'd rather a stone plucked from the riverside,
The knowledge you thought of me in mundane moments is worth more than any gesture grand,
Give me a stone, shell, stick, or even yarrow for those I'd appreciate more.
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A Skip Down the Pathway
Non-FictionA collection of poetry exploring myself, my relationship with the world, and the relationship with the women in my life.
