The stones from the waterfall
Izzy
collected to keep as souvenir
She
could only remember a stone
She
collected 3 somehow she forgot
She
wrote her trade mark
On
the stone she brought
Leaving
it at the garden
When
she returned one day
Under
the shade of bamboo trees
Izzy's
stone was put to rest among the pebble stones
There
it would stay
Nobody
would throw it away
Izzy
had returned to the city
By
this Sunday she would leave for home
The
land of the kangaroo
The
footprints she would take along
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