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Jan 2023
What’s a toga, but a veil
for Rome
or else a makeshift sail?

Such mantles, Doc.
We must assume
the household gods,
too, Mister Bloom!

Lift down the old cathedral.
Now paint paper cranes all black.

Tell us one last rhyme from ‘64:
bring purple back.
Written by
Seamus
102
     SUDHANSHU KUMAR and Seamus
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