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Digging
Archaeology was my chosen field,
Artefacts and pottery sherds, that sort of thing
Above all I strove to date that
Bronze Age hair those white thighs, her
Confusing layers of strata.
In muddy trenches our
Trowels clashed and one wet field trip
We excavated each other.
Epochs later I observed her digging in a charity shop
An old ruin now,
A bit like myself
Wednesday 6th May 2020 10:57 am
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