Beachcombing by Donald Patrick published on 2014-04-03T15:20:36Z On the last day of my number I count as many pieces between the stones On the beaches of the banks I walk along And I don't think I'll miss this number when it's gone No, it's not like you remember I count as many right as I was wrong And we did see we were dancing all along So I don't think I'll miss that memory when it's gone On the first day of my number I count as many spaces between the lines On the places of the table where we dine And I think that I'll miss this number when it's not mine Genre Donald Patrick Comment by Young Compass This is recorded so well. I want to be driving along the coast to this. 2014-04-05T16:57:15Z