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end of the world

it was the night of repent you know what i ment a war through out the cold night a war filled with heartless fright and in th end all but one was left to stand and with a mighty sigh he began to cry because even though he stayed true to his word he truly was the last men on the world

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Date: 6/18/2009 9:38:00 AM
Scary thought provoking write, I hope that when that day comes in booming that I am dead and gone, for, it would be a frightful sight indeed.
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Date: 5/1/2009 2:58:00 PM
Wow! Now here's some food for thought, Dani. What would it be like to be "the last man" on Earth? This is a very gripping write! Love, Carolyn
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