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This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped,
Was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped
At a warrior who chipped at it with pieces of flint,
And formed it by meticulous dint upon dint.
Outside his wurly he sat beside a tree
And chipped at it patiently for hours—not for me,
But to kill the wallaby in the rocky pass,
To kill the fat wild-turkey hiding in the grass.