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To a bone deep stone.

I should have been a bone cold stone,
long interred under loam

But hard and smooth, was turfed by toe
which flinched from flint, then chose

Preferring to secrete me in warmer pocket,
as hard forged ingot found

Then bound to the neck, deep in locket,
as is the want, to be worn around.

A better fate is this, than being long
in bone interred, under lost ground

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from being deep underground to being worn as a pendant.
I love the long barrow sort of feel to the stones origins. I'm fond of long barrows and the like - dead things in the ground. Probably why I did archaeology lol.
I like it as is, but I'm sure you will pick at it - grin.
jx

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May =be a bit of fossicking and polishing now and then ;)

Thanks, on to the next part - guess, I've been out of range in the wilds of Tasmania, so have some catching up to do.

Take care,

Chris

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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This one's mine, it was done beofore instructions fully understood. Willl be back on track, now that I have connection sorted.

Thanks.

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

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