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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Stones of witness


One wonders about things sometimes. Like what exactly the people who erected Stonehenge were thinking. Alas, we from them are far too removed, we can only guess. So guess we do.
The man offers
Feeble stones
Before the sun
they are still
And small
And yet they rest
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