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Almost Dead Poets Society

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Almost dead, poets
Scripted their texts
In fossilled rocks
Of flinty crust.
The rib-bone was pen
Blood, Ink used back then...
Still are etched, red, fresh
On tablets of flesh
Mine and thine heart- our turn
When poeming's now for fun.

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