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(While reading this try to fit the melody and rhyming rhythm with parts of Don McLean's song "American Pie") it was written in the book of rocks just looking at the pictures for they can't talk and dinosaurs were here and every where the healthy ocean bottom layer with shells made of and by soothsayer creative crustacean creators forams for thousands of years then suddenly it all came to a stop if there's a god she must have dropped her watch forgetting or regretting what was made it was then that there was a single line the k t boundary well defined no longer limestone but simple clay then Atlas sat and muttered something someone heard said it was nothing and nothing is exactly where we're at the prophets sat around the table sitting with Cain and Able Goliath do you know who cast that stone with all the oceans in commotion red seas parting arks a floatin' Moses and Noah knowing noth ing Lao tzu's silence was his answer and Shiva thought she was still a dancer waving arms with swords in hand then Custer stood and took his last stand but all this was meaningless the Golden Mean means just this while Fibonacci contemplated and ate a slice of Pisa Pi the day the Mesozoic died