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Don't Make Any Plans

I think the world will end tomorrow, I have a feeling in my bones That Armageddon is upon us. No more can the saviour save us, It will all blow up tomorrow, All gone but for a few old bones. Do not make plans for tomorrow, Lie down and rest your weary bones, Soon our fate will be upon us.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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Date: 8/15/2020 1:32:00 PM
Not in my lifetime! Aloha! Rico
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Beth Evans
Date: 8/15/2020 5:31:00 PM
Thanks, Rico - you never know!
Date: 8/15/2020 3:31:00 AM
Yikes, I often wonder with the state of our world. Hope you're well and enjoy your weekend. Tom
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Beth Evans
Date: 8/15/2020 5:30:00 PM
Thanks, Tom, same to you.