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Tuesday, 30 July 2013

Cormacs poem

2099 the end is today
How much would you promise, sacrifice, do!


THe wind
dynamite blowing
up the houses and trees
surrounding the landscape
the power is cut
everything goes black


an apocalypse of bad weather
then a weather bomb hits
annihilating
everything in its path
there is no escape.




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