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Funeral For A Penguin

I believe that this world’s clock is ticking,
Disaster around the corner,
Waiting for its next victim.
From what I have seen…
The spider weaving its web.
As you rush through your daily life,
You destroy the masterpiece
With the flick of your wrist,
Or perhaps with your face,
As he might prefer, staring down at you from a tree limb

From which he starts his new venture.
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