The End Poem by ibukun sobande
The End
Rating: ★4.5
the air is poluted
and so i breath death
food is scarce
i can't help but grow lean
i should boil my water
but for the price of gas
now i smile,
cos i see, that i need worry no more
for i know in tomorrow i will not be
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
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