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Alicia Yeung Two StonesMy Mother had two Stones, One She polished brightly, the other? left alone The First set in Her sunlight Basking in its warm caress the other? never unmasked
Cold, Hard, Dull, Where could it have come From the Dirt? Surely not me. |
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