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Post by country1969 on May 16, 2009 10:58:21 GMT -6
Last Man Standing by David Materazzi
There was an explosion dust clouds covered everything I feel the end is near as I look around I see nothing but piles of rubble how can I survive with no others I must find survivors where do i go from here I will search the streets for food and water cars and trucks are flipped over fires are burning everywhere bridges are destroyed no coming or leaving the city From where I stand I see the same thing from a distant Is this end of the world parks are now holes what happened here what will happen to me no more stores and places to eat no more schools and malls I knew this day would come but no one believed me am I the last man standing
A little poem in a different style. It's about what the world would be after a diaster. And you might think you are the last one left.
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