Prediction
Today, tomorrow seems quick.
All moving faster, so thick,
A new change I do predict.
End times, not afflict.
Future I predict today.
Not end of days, I do say.
Too all hopefuls on this way,
For this they do pray.
I predict a new race found.
They have always been around.
Spreading outward like a sound.
We rejoice or bound.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Contest Name "CRYSTAL BALL"
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