We each have a hilosophy in life
Some of which we believe a strife
Predictions to fear from
Ahead of time
There are many books written
Collections of facts and notions
Naughty, nutty, or not
We always learn from an old fart
That every now and then
We hear some mayhem
But, from ear to ear, imagine
String of gossip won't end
And this philosophy of mine
Whether you believe it or not
The world comes to its end
Only! In every demise of life
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