The rock that grew up in the pocket of a little boy…
Hand him a rock,
and through his fingertips,
He’ll channel his thoughts,
giving a new meaning to heavy thoughts.
Brimstone, Flintstone, rubble cuddled to the tune of men’s-tone.
Rock Cradled, fingers playful,
two left the rock salt on the table,
they decided this rock was quite able.
Rock in hand as a man,
His Father’s locket,
pictures him as a boy with rocks in his pocket…