The End of the World Again.A Poem by kjsa.
Walking down this grassy knoll
I see the stars of which Mayans foretold the world would end on twenty-twelve. This story will come and go placed upon a bookshelf along with many more put to a laughing stock like 21st of May where all the sinners would have paid. If that day truly comes I'll sit outside on my face a smile opened wide. Reminiscing of the days gone by and how time surely flies by.
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Added on January 6, 2012 Last Updated on January 6, 2012 |