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Post by sitnwrap on Nov 7, 2008 12:24:16 GMT -5
They say that I’m a leaverite And so I sit right here And even though you left me I really just don’t care Cuz I got heart that’s made of rock My body’s hard as stone And though you do not wish to admit I’d rather be left alone My demise isn’t like those guys Who show a pretty front your fate is sealed When the saw starts up I’m sure the blades not blunt Oh yes I know what they will do Once you are cut and torn They’ll roll you around Or grind you down get you ready to be worn Then smother you in molten silver Or wrap you up in knots All the while their loving you Cuz they think that you look hot. And then one day I’m minding my own Up walks this dumb dude Who picks me up because I got Some real cool attitude. There’s no such thing as leaverites We’re picked up all the time Cuz leaverites got attitude though we’re not worth a dime. They are digging up the beach. Thanks for looking
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Post by krazydiamond on Nov 7, 2008 12:29:11 GMT -5
well done, a great poem for rock lovers and lapidary minded folk all over the world.
KD
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Post by Tweetiepy on Nov 7, 2008 13:06:37 GMT -5
Those are NOT leaverites - they're keeperites!
All the Leaverites are her in Canada where I live - and they're all grey!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2008 14:04:19 GMT -5
I love the poem. And leaverites STILL always come home with me. If one catches my eye among a million others, it deserves a home.
Shnnon
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