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When the Armageddon comes There will be: sheep on a field, Sails driven by a northern wind, Boiling water in a metal kettle, Matters that we wish to settle, People speaking nasty curses, but making such silly excuses, Cat that plays with a mice, And those blue, pearly eyes Which will see the world’s end The apocalypse and people who try to defend
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Apocalypse
When the Armageddon comes There will be: sheep on a field, Sails driven by a northern wind, Boiling water in a metal kettle, Matters that we wish to settle, People speaking nasty curses, but making such silly excuses, Cat that plays with a mice, And those blue, pearly eyes Which will see the world’s end The apocalypse and people who try to defend
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
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