LIFE'S PRECIOUS STONES   scroll down then up for midi In my room I keep A little jar of stones Meaning the world to me Perhaps; just me alone A little jar of stones My father had gathered Knowing just which one To him truly mattered Meaning the world to me Each stone I hold in hand These one day were my Father's Only he would understand Perhaps; just me alone Holds these as a treasure To me they never will be stones Their worth too much to measure he even left their names...... mary anne ^j^ FORMING WORDS CHALLENGE TINY TEDDY/MODERATOR ...STONES... God's Little Whispers @August 2009 By Mary Anne © 2009 Mary Anne (All rights reserved)

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