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A Processional with MePhones *From an idea suggested by Anthony Germain, The Duke of Suffix after the Order of Scrabble©™* In greeting students on their way to class One speaks only to the tops of their heads As they process in ‘tudes of ‘umble prayer In silence each bowing to her small god (Or “his” as the gendered pronoun might be) Speaking to no one, detached from the world Navigating as does the sightless bat By strange sensations known only to them One ‘phone, one soul – that is the ratio And each dull brain stilled ever in statio
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
A Processional with MePhones
A Processional with MePhones *From an idea suggested by Anthony Germain, The Duke of Suffix after the Order of Scrabble©™* In greeting students on their way to class One speaks only to the tops of their heads As they process in ‘tudes of ‘umble prayer In silence each bowing to her small god (Or “his” as the gendered pronoun might be) Speaking to no one, detached from the world Navigating as does the sightless bat By strange sensations known only to them One ‘phone, one soul – that is the ratio And each dull brain stilled ever in statio
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 7:43 PM UTC
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