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LITTLE STONEHENGE
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I have a little Stonehenge
Under a glass dome
So I can be near Stonehenge
Even if I'm home
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Why do I need Stonehenge?
I don't even know
Yet I am drawn to Stonehenge
Built all those years ago
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The ancient bluestones call me
The circle draws me in
Perhaps my forebears built it
The builders were my kin
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I can go and visit
Yet never leave my home
This tiny little Stonehenge
I keep inside a dome
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