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"Flat Earthers" (by Joe DiMino)
I held a seashell to my ear, An ear as old as Adam; And listened to The taste of salt, Through fathoms back Riding currents I think God The first Evolutionist, Darwin mere recorder Of beaches and waves; Churches, the first explorers On a flat surface At a precipice now Of their own Living words .