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Earth Sphere

If our earth was not round,
We would have gone till an edge,
And flipped over,
How did this sphere shape come about,
So well measured and so well thought out,
Who did these calculations?
And what for?
They say that natural forces got about the act,
To get us this far to such a comfortable fact,
I have my doubts,
I still think of the shape,
And think of an omnipotent,
With a measuring tape.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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