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World’s End

Were the World to ever end,
what final blow would nature send?
Would it invert into a hole,
or just explode from pole to pole?

Would it then be poetry
to see our bodies floating free?
With no more war, and all at peace,
as humankind finds its release.

With no more life of any kind,
no problems left to task our mind.
No place at all to call our home
with all eternity to roam.

No summer breeze upon face.
No struggle to maintain our race.
No reason to get off our bum
Now wouldn't that be really fun?

Ivor G Davies

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