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01.07:081
ROGER C. WORLEY
Another Ambiguity
As if reaching upward
into the heavens, touching
the happy hunting grounds,
its once richly bold,
colors of Red, Blue
Yellow and Green
are now faded and appear ghostlike in
the grayish weather:
worn wood that
no longer resembles
its original images.
Those who could define
the engravings slowly vanish with each twilight --
Soon none shall remain, leaving us with
a great enigma:
another riddle to ponder.
what does it means,
who carved it, when?
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