ETA 7__P*

when I heard the news                                                                                                                          about you Momma well

I was confused
I broke down for your health
when she heard of you
she pulled together all
to get me through
a flight instead of fall
I love you
more than ever now
I need you
more than ever now
From Salt Lake to Oakland
laid over in Phoenix too
couldn’t wait to hold you’ve hand
all I thought of was you
found a rock, said your name
you’re a collector of stones
you’d never been to that state
time shapes and hones
five nineteen, fifty seven
eleven birds flew past
they flew to heaven
one more came last
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