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If they somehow acquired,
The ability to utter words,
If these things suddenly found a voice,
To share with the world a tiny bit,
Of all the sights they’ve seen,
What an epic that would be?
The skin of a minstrel’s drum,
The wandering beggar’s bowl,
The cover of a harlot’s bed,
The walls of a confessional booth,
And the heels of a pilgrim’s shoes.