Poems and Thoughts    by Frank Maurer

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One More New Year's Eve, Following Thousands. It is New Year's Eve and I am with the stone tools-- The stone tools I have been collecting-- Those of the ancient Neanderthal. As I open each wrap, sent from France!, I look at the stone, ponder its use, and then hold it, As I visualize the Neanderthal, themselves, Holding and working with each stone. Is there any way that one might Really fantasize a million years ago? I feel so close to these people through their utensils, Manifested in a scraper, a blade, a drill, A cleaver, a handaxe, or a point. The only thing missing is the cave fire pit With many of us seated around. Frank Maurer 31 December 2024 1950 Hours.