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And it is true, that if tomorrow the oceans go dry and the seas vaporize like water in a pan, I won't know how to react. I might scream, I might hear my aunt scream I might see my grandma rush to the stove. I might see my mother rush to my grandma. I might see them spill water from the faucet onto the pan on fire While I stand still still watching how the world reacts as the oceans go dry as the seas vaporize and there isn't a stove nor water to set the fire on Earth off.
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Water On The Stove
And it is true, that if tomorrow the oceans go dry and the seas vaporize like water in a pan, I won't know how to react. I might scream, I might hear my aunt scream I might see my grandma rush to the stove. I might see my mother rush to my grandma. I might see them spill water from the faucet onto the pan on fire While I stand still still watching how the world reacts as the oceans go dry as the seas vaporize and there isn't a stove nor water to set the fire on Earth off.
Feb 7, 2013
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Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
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