Our Demise
With man gone,Will there be hope for ape?
Will we breed
Our rueful escape.
We'll bind their hands
And turn them into sand.
With ape gone,
Will there be hope for man?
Poetry by Peter Otter
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Written on 2008-03-02 at 07:10
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