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Footnote: Funeral Oration [XLIX[
In the past, your very presence could wilt the
freshest cut flowers. Now, at your funeral,
where flowers outnumber human mortals, they
bloom profusely like uninhibitedly
barefoot celebrants.
Starward
Elegantly stated poem.
I like this one.
Thank you,
Thank you,
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]