It was the prettiest thing
he'd ever seen;
Redder than a fire truck,
sleek as a fighter plane.
So he took his time
finding the perfect stone;
It sat in the curl of his palm
smooth as an egg.
& took his time
as he screwed back to throw,
wanting that cardinal
for his very own.
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The first 4 lines have the perfect rhythm/content for a country song.
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