In January, I contacted attorneys, in connection with papers which surfaced, re my old city Church. It took them half a year to write up a fact-finding report. With completion of the report, in case the Church should be uncooperative, the attorneys announced a Plan B. But Plan B has been slow in materialising -- so that I wrote the attorneys the following lyrics, today:
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because my lawyers gently sleeping
Left opponents steadily creeping
And transgression which now occupies my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
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