I saw the stones of Avebury
Shrouded in a dampened mist
It took me to thinking
Of the monks, walking over
The moors, above Buckfastleigh
On their way to Tavistock market
I hope, one day
To meet those soulful souls again
In the realism of the physical world
I have left a trail, just in case
Of which theres is a part
Such that, should they ever wish to find me
The difficulty, if not the surprise
Will be ever more so lessened
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