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May 2015
The Precious
I picked up a stone it was green but not jade
Even I could see that.

Took it home rinsed it in the sink it was still
Green and did not pretend to be jade

Put the stone in the windowsill where sunlight
And winter shade gave it ordinariness.

Threw the stone away knew it was not jade
But it could have been ****** something
jan oskar hansensapopt
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