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Friday, February 19, 2021



Where have you been?

I remember you

From Olduvai.

Leaky pulled your fingers

From the ground.

I knew it was you.

We played chasing games.

When Mumpa complained

We made too much noise.

The grass was thick and wet

Not like now with the dry

Freezing everyone in rock.

I'd complain but almost  all

from that time are gone

I'm the only one left.

Keep me close.

I made the next generation.

There's more after me.

We'll keep going to rock.

Maybe it'll be another rock.

Far, far from here or until 

Our exploratory discs return

From the future to report

They've never found any place

As good as this.

Barry G. Wick