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She sat in the hall with her fossil,
proud excavator
of an ammonite -
the fruit of a first-year field trip.
She put it on a stair,
stared at it between her knees,
then picked it up again with pleasure.


Boring, boomed her brother
on the way to his play station,
Stupid old lump of stone.
He tried to grab it
from his sister's hands
ignoring her retort,
At least it's real, not like your dumb Jurassic Park!


Dad entered with a dictionary,
Palaeontology, he offered
then remarked,
They found a whole man near here
A few years ago, still a shell's a start,
and he went off to look
for a missing Britannica.


It's a hundred and fifty million years old, mum!
She smoothed the spiral with her finger
hoping a prehistoric genie would emerge
to amaze everyone.
Mum leaned over to see it,
she saw that it was dirty;
Lovely dear, I think you’d better keep it in the shed.


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