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Feb 2012
If India and Pakistan
disagree to disagree
and the missiles begin flying
is there anyplace to flee?
Whole divisions of their armies
will be vanished, vaporized.
It is not only combatants that
will face death from the sky.
Ten million souls will met their end
within a half an hour.
Some twenty millions more
will be sickened by its power.
A cloud of ash will rise above
and block the sun from shining.
Winter will be premature
and soon the crops are dying.
A quarter of the human race
dead of famine and disease.
Please fellows, put your toys away
I beg you from my knees.
The opportunities for reincarnation would be severely limited in this scenario, not to mention the dearth of available houri.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   JA Doetsch
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