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A Boulder Tale? - Part II Two clay bound boulder’s in circumstance weary had sat through too much and felt a need clearly; A need to move on and seek new places with fresh landscapes and nature’s good graces. Now things were changing in the clatter of destruction big smoke blowing thing's brought promising construction. The old boulder stirred to test this good news expecting the brash boulder to hold similar views. “Our sponsor (the hill) has done us some good by hosting new homes made of concrete and wood.” The noises grew closer with each passing day as more walkout basements were crafted in clay. Three workers had gathered to debate the stones And redirect firm fate In the call of new homes. "Explosives or loader what shall it be, or a nudge of the bucket and the rolling is free." These boulder's had waited as centuries rolled past for three saviors like this wearing yellow hard hats. The old boulder whispered poorly hiding his joy, “This will change our live's My clay bound boy.” And so it was done with a bucketed nudge two venerable marker's took this great plunge. Now the ten second ride was rolling good rapture for these two great boulder's In gravity’s capture. The mystic ride down For the two now free Is a story best told In the verse of part three. |
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Part II as the ball of yarn really begins to unravel. Part I is Boulder Tales?
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