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From his collection of stones or beads

This was his special stone, or shell, or bead;
At least - I think it was.

I never knew where it was from,
Or why he loved it so.

It is slightly faded now.

Now I cannot see it.

Now it is gone,
And he is lost.


Last edited 14th September 2013