| Bai-Luo: | Do you really think people once worshipped something like this? |
| Aiko: | Until we become more adept at time travel, we won't know for sure. |
| Cindy: | Maybe it was a child's doll? |
| Don: | For sure . . . at that point in time, weren't we all somewhat like children? |
Venus of WillendorfBuried by the dust of ages In a limestone tomb You slept far millennia Free früm time's rampages Among thick spider webs 'n gloom While water drops devoured the world above Your lips stood firm und eyes unclosed As particle after particle Of subadamantine dust Fell slowly Your figure remained tranquil Lust beyond rust Pregnant with possibilities Goddess ah name unknown Paean to tha power ah fertility Frum yer womb all grows |
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