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she picked a creamy emerald

and then threw it to make it skip,

hoping the edges would be dulled

and the fish wouldn’t get cut from the tip

she sees the savages pull the bow

and the jewels hitting the township

while a deer runs threw with a doe

not knowing that the earth is at war,

but the natives aren’t showing they know.

She looks around for more ore

hoping that savagery’s lulled

and that there’s no stone made up of gore.