Driftwood lays sunning on the Georgia beachs, covered in sand and seaweed. It is sat on and stepped over, day after day. But it is patient, waiting to be discovered by someone who sees bridges, balconies and beauty.
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Sit Still Lily
Jerry's grandkids taught him how to comb hair gently
Broke Pole, Took Reel
but Jerry, Jake & Randall won
Toes Ready
Have feet . . . will travel
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