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"This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped, Was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped At a warrior who chipped at it with pieces of flint, And formed it by meticulous dint upon dint. Outside his wurly he sat beside a tree And chipped at it patiently for hours—not for me, But to kill the wallaby in the rocky pass, To kill the fat wild-turkey hiding in the grass."
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Rex Ingamells




