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Postmortem Excommunication
Your Postmortem excommunication of the acorn cut down in its prime
was like hurling obsidian from a glass castle
Your sharp words that you intended to separate my pulp from the rind
Was no more than an editorial with no reference to time
Just a flicker of his flashlight has left me blind
Low attendance due to hassle
Snuffing your fading ember would be too kind
By Robb A. Kopp
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