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May 2014
a lump of flint sits on the desk
a reminder

wall and houses are built
using flint in my home-born shire

before that
axes and arrow heads

this piece of flint washed up on the shore
ballast from a sunken ship

it contains a fossil
within its hardened grip
Written by
nivek
687
   ---, Marian and Jamie King
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