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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sunday, June twentieth thousand nineteen at eleven fifty at 11:31 Post Meridian Eastern Standard Time will find Earth's North Pole tilted closest toward sun. This demarcates most daylight hours of the year for people living the northern hemisphere. Just shy of high noon sun (less than twelve hours from drafting these lines) nearest star in solar system reaches highest point in the sky. Hence hasty intent to beat buzzer sound dashing off riding figurative one seahorse open sleigh madly awk cross cyber sea, aye rudder sally forth (slogging thru virtual flotsam and jetsam) with poetic obeisance paid to average size ball of Earth, wind and fire, my out of this world quasi stellar benediction, since Earthlings traveled thru space/time continuum circa Stonehenge, or perhaps bajillion years ago, when predecessors of present day primates (coon sitter terribly less a bomb bin hubble), versus twenty first century Homo sapiens predilection for total mortal kombat graphically spiraling downward zeroing (kamikaze like), analogy drawn, viz subjective mathematical roulette curves, albeit hypotrochoids and epitrochoids staining countless grains of sand, count them yourself, yielding result (somewhere very loosely approximating 7.5 x 1018, or seven quintillion, five hundred quadrillion grains. Such minutiae less significant within the realm of present day Homo sapiens, whose lives less linkedin with phenomena affecting life on this oblate spheroid, (which could come to a crashing halt predicated on burgeoning human population jeopardizing sustainable planet presuming industrial paradigm prevails, thence man/ woman kind will unwittingly trumpet, and or sound claxon (ex post facto), while warming temperatures melt glaciers, asper huge popsicles drowning multitudinous habitats courtesy of violent meteorologic cataclysms, where Noah ark will be big enough to save majority of creatures, and (wherein no art of the deal) savvy enough to wall off sky high tidal Katrina and the waves, then nature will (make a killing) relishing tidying Atlas sized tureen
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