Bonehead, boneless and boneshaker
become bone ash or bone dust too
Boneblack bone chars or bone earth
no longer used in bone banks
Bone fishes
bone oil
bone meal
don’t matter any more
Only Bonelli’s eagle
looks out for Bonelli’s warbler
The eagle eats the warbler
and no song is left
only a quiet sky
and a flying eagle
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