Lawrence Hall
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S.T.E.M.
A Crucifix once stood in the village square
Around it centuries grew old; it blessed
Generations of weddings, markets, and feasts
Marked by the bells of canonical hours
Desecrated and smashed in the revolutions
And then replaced not with an empty cross
But with that gift of the Enlightenment
The efficient, progressive guillotine
And now a quest for flickering Pokemans where
A Crucifix once stood in the village square
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