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Now.......

Now.......

it's yours....
I threw it in the prim rows path...
some longish toenails....a few claws.....unicyclist's tread....
all've left
their prints and plantigradients.....
a lammergeier decided
against
carrying it away
for a
free-fall to the smaller escarpment.....I'm glad of that....
it is, in the most basic sense, for you, after all.....
.and
the various piercings, markings and enhancements..
only serve to, well........enhance...
not to adorn.......

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