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By the Year 2218

By the year 2218, we'll all be dead So why should we fret and worry our heads What will be, will be Can't do a thing, you and me So just mosey along and don't wet the bed

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Lyric Man

Date: 7/4/2018 12:08:00 AM

Our time will have come and gone.. most will not even be remembered. I'm so depressed. Jack, We need a funny limerick fast ;)

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/4/2018 5:29:00 AM

So sorry my man, the sillies are just around the corner... hang in there! Yee Haw!!!

Faraz Ajmal

Date: 7/3/2018 4:43:00 PM

Oops what have I just read but no matter how hard the fact is, we have to believe that this life is temporarily, if not today, we can't avoid death tomorrow, still its my biggest dream that before I die, Jesus arrive, in that way even If I have to die, I will not be worried but i will be sure that I am right and my end will be good, you are right that by 2218, none of us shall be alive, there shall be a whole new poetrysoup, lol, good luck and have a really nice day

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/3/2018 5:10:00 PM

"there shall be a whole new poetry soup"!!! that's hilarious my friend! Maybe we'll be able to look down and comment on the poetry of the future! LOL Sure like the way your brain works... as strange as mine!!!

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 7/3/2018 3:09:00 PM

Hello Jack I have just finished reading this poem. I got a chuckle out of it. have a nice day my friend. xxxx-ooo

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/3/2018 3:37:00 PM

Happy to provide the giggles, dear Darlene!!! LOL Lovesies, Happy Jack XOX

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 7/3/2018 7:30:00 AM

Oh, crap...

Jack Ellison
Date: 7/3/2018 7:43:00 AM

No crapping either!!!! XOX