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by Dakota Dec 17, 2012 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The end of the world is near, in a year it will be here. I certainly hope it is not true, for there are many things I mean to do. The end of the world is near, in a month it will be here. Before then, I will fly to a distant place and try something new, I must make haste. The end of the world is near, in a week it will be here. Should I run? Should I hide? But why even bother to decide? The end of the world is near, in a day it will be here. I have sold my house, I have sold my car because neither possession will get me far. The end of the world is near, in an hour it will be here. I brace myself to say goodbye I regret all I did and did not try. The end of the world has past, the Earth still spins, there was no blast. I have no money, not a dime, but I am grateful I still have time.