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Ten Things Found In Skelligs Pocket

An old, tattered Chinese menu, from the Hong Kong Kitchen around the corner,
A tragic past from long, long ago,
One solitary, worn out bird feather,
A lost soul, pushing its way out of the pocket,
Dreams crushed and forevergone,
A half eaten spring roll from 30 years ago,
A dusty, half empty pot of cod liver oil,
A broken, brown ale bottle cap,
A rusty halo, slightly shimmering in the light,
And right at the bottom, still lay a drop of hope!



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