From the prehistoric Barrow
our otherworldly Ancestor came
To cross the grassy ditch
find the way home his aim
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No one knew why he woke
sleepless he had become
He steadfastly headed home
to the beat of the Universe’s drum
The Barrow
Just a few rambling pieces of poetry and art
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