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Author: * MacMorna Niafer -
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Date: Jun 20, 2003 - 11:34
Hail the digger, hot and tired,
Caked in dust or in mud mired.
Hands and fingers, cracked and sore,
Finding bits of ancient lore.
Looking for that special treasure.
Meanwhile; dig and sift and measure.
Dot and jot each new location.
'Tis a rugged rough vocation.
Fit the pieces to the fat urn.
Find enough to see the pattern.
Hail the digger, brave and bold!
The ancients tale must be told!
Dedicated to "Rona the Digger", with a foot in each of two worlds; one-half Celtic Bard, one-half Mayan Archaeologist.
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Ode to a Digger
Mur Ollamhan
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