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Apr 2017
Our names are on an mega asteroid
It's coming to at us with pace
Doing ten thousand mph
I'm going to get out of my face
Asteroid ,asteroid,slow down chill
Me and Seven billion people,
whom you could unknowingly ****
Hey mister big stone please turn around
We really do not wish to be pummelled
Into gods earthly ground,
Please reverse rocky and go deeper into space
So I can spend more time getting out of ones face,
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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