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Sep 2012
Very soon after the storm they found paint drops on the sea floor.
Scientists in starched aprons looked puzzled at graphs and lab lights.
The tea cups rattled on their saucers for sixteen days
and widows opened windows once again.
The poles turned their magnets off,
and captains wrecked their ships on rocks.
They broke the silent news, he’s dead,
whilst school boys patiently made their beds.
Written by
Joseph Burley
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