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I lost my hammer between two buildings. It fell
all the way down, three storeys, and the gap was only ten centimetres. We could see it,
but couldn’t get it. I had my hammer for eight years. I had three days of work to go
where I needed a hammer. I borrowed one but it wasn’t the same—felt different,
didn’t hit the nails straight. Just imagine, one day someone will find it when the
buildings are pulled down. Will they think it’s a good hammer too, or just old? |
Karl Millard©1998
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