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Doomsday

They wanted it all new, They blew it with dynamite, The guys knew their job, And did it pretty right, It was wired all and everywhere, They did not want to leave space of a hair, Having done that to perfection, They went for the switch, And press it hard they did, And the blast blew the lid, Professionals they were, And the work was done that way, Lid blew but others around were as were, So long as you blow an old building, It’s about the right way to do, You get all of them out, And blow it all apart, Build afresh and call them back in, However if you want to rebuild the earth, Can you do about just the same? Where would you evacuate, And what will you wire, Where would you stand with your switch? And live past enough to see it all go

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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