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The Futility of the Coccolithophores
In a careless moment, much to my grief
I lost the heritage of millions dead
And much like an unconscionable thief
Considered my atrocities, and fled
In reefs and shoals they lived, they worked, they died
From ancient times, and even until now
In patience layering their art with pride
Each tiny home and funereal how
Not even in their ruins can they now talk
Because I dropped and broke them – goodbye, chalk!
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