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Jay in
the tree
squacks
when I
place the
burning
incense
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I took you along
on my walk to my
place
by the
lake.
Why did you have to
destroy all the
stones on the
beach
looking for
fossils?
That day, an ancient
memory is ossified
and tossed aside.
On which beach
at some future time
will they find it
as a fossil?
Do you even
remember
that
day?
Tree,
by Conn. river,
in NH,
near VT
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