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The black cloud burst the horizon spilling a deluge of ominous hate The evil of nations, of people And organisations, and of arrogance. It scraped and swamped the rivers Cascading each venomous paw As it moved the land to death The destruction of life crunched. And Wendy just sat on the sand Wearing her hand knitted gloves, Blue, made by a loving friend Then she raised herself and flew. Love Mary ***
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
2018 WW3
The black cloud burst the horizon spilling a deluge of ominous hate The evil of nations, of people And organisations, and of arrogance. It scraped and swamped the rivers Cascading each venomous paw As it moved the land to death The destruction of life crunched. And Wendy just sat on the sand Wearing her hand knitted gloves, Blue, made by a loving friend Then she raised herself and flew. Love Mary ***
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Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
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