The Campanologists decided

to end with a clang

defy the essence of time

in chimey unison rang.





The Philatelists pored & ogled through

their Stanley Gibbons books

whilst licking the front of their favourites

& shedding tears - with final goodbye looks.





The Ikebanists they seemed to

at last lose their powers

so now devoid of their Dark-Witchcraft

unarranged lovely flowers.





Plus the poet-lot simply wrote on

as all shit crumbled & evil winds blew

oceans drowned & mountain ranges tumbled

but their stray words dreamed

of dawns anew

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