Just found out and wanted to share by blogging this.
Pappa was a rolling stone
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
When he died
All he left us was alone on.
King was engraved in stone
Where ever he planted his roots was his foundation
He was inbodied again
He left us all a visual loan on civilization.
Darkness was engraved in light stars rotating like stones
When they stopped for the day ahead was made consistantly
Light to be
Alone as a reason why.
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