A stick a stone
| It's the end of the road,
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| It's the rest of the stump
| It's a little alone
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| It's a sliver of glass,
| It is life, it's the sun,
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| It is night, it is death,
| It's a trap, it's a gun.
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| The oak when it blooms,
| A fox in the brush,
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| The knot in the wood,
| The song of the thrush.
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| The wood of the wind,
| A cliff, a fall,
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| A scratch, a lump,
| It is nothing at all.
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| It's the wind blowing free.
| It's the end of a slope.
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| It's a beam, it's a void,
| It's a hunch, it's a hope.
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| And the riverbank talks.
| Of the water of march
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| It's the end of the strain,
| It's the joy in your heart.
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| The foot, the ground,
| The flesh, the bone,
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| The beat of the road,
| A slingshot stone.
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| A fish, a flash,
| A silvery glow,
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| A fight, a bet,
| The range of the bow.
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| The bed of the well,
| The end of the line,
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| The dismay in the face,
| It's a loss, it's a find.
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| A spear, a spike,
| A point, a nail,
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| A drip, a drop,
| The end of the tale.
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| A truckload of bricks,
| In the soft morning light,
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| The shot of a gun,
| In the dead of the night.
| A mile, a must,
| A thrust, a bump.
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| It's a girl, it's a rhyme.
| It's the cold, it's the mumps.
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| The plan of the house,
| The body in bed,
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| The car that got stuck,
| It's the mud, it's the mud.
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| A float, a drift,
| A flight, a wing,
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| Ahawk, a quail,
| The promise of spring.
|
| And the riverbanks talks.
| Of the waters of march.
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| It's the promise of life,
| It's the joy in your heart,
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| A snake, a stick,
| It is john, it is joe,
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| It's a thorn in your hand,
| And a cut on your toe.
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| A point, a grain,
| A bee, a bite,
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| A blink, a buzzard,
| The sudden stroke of night.
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| A pin, a needle,
| A sting, a pain,
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| A snail, a riddle,
| A weep, a stain.
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| A pass in the mountains.
| A horse, a mule,
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| In the distance the shelves.
| Rode three shadows of blue.
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| And the riverbank talks
| Of the promise of life
| In your heart, in your heart
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| A stick, a stone,
| The end of the load,
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| The rest of the stump,
| A lonesome road.
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| A sliver of glass,
| A life, the sun,
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| A night, a death,
| The end of the run
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| And the riverbank talks
| Of the waters of march
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| It's the end of all strain
| It's the joy in your heart
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| The Waters Of March
| Susannah McCorkle |
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