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Dipping into the Stream of Lost Memories
I buried the bird
In a quart-milk carton,
Near the old stone garage,
Down from the pump house,
Where we got the best water
You could find
In three-counties:
Bedford, Somerset & Cambria.
Can’t recall
Why the bird died,
Or even what it was.
(Parrot probably.)
Why recall its burial place?
Because one day I’d planned to dig it up
& gaze upon its Perfect Skeleton.
(Never did.)
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