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The World

The World

A Poem by Mark


The world is swirling twirling to an end- and it hasn't a friend with the balls to stop it...Oil in our oceans... well... there's always be..
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1:63pm

A Poem by Mark


I woke up one day and realized I was an alarm clock. I was so delighted. You see though, when one becomes an alarm clock, they also inherit t..

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