The final acorn
I am the closing chapter in our genealogy,
The last remaining acorn from a giant mother tree
An unproductive member of a fertile family,
And only male descendant in its total history.
But sad, to say nobody ever chose to marry me
And so the name will disappear without posterity.
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest Sponsor John Lawless
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