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Friday Poetry: Lucy

It’s 4am in willis, I
thought I was all alone. I
look up in the darkness
There she was no hair no
skin, just pieces of her
bones. Her name is
lucy, she is old so old,
she is so old she is
petrified.
But lucy can’t tell us her
story? Because.
She is 3.18 million
YEARS OLD

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