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The End of the World

The world didn’t end Despite every prediction. Some things in life Are much stranger than fiction. All who believed To the core of their being Must have wondered today What it was they were seeing. “Why, the world looks the same! Somehow I thought we’d capture Perfection, at least, When sucked up by the rapture. Instead, what I see Are the bills I’d not paid And the money I spent, Thinking I had it made. Now I’m left in a mess But I’m really not scared ‘Cause when Judgment day comes, I’ll again be prepared!” Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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