Cro-Magnon Poetry
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Crash
Mountains of eons old water pure
Clean as the ancient sky of azure
When men emerged from caves
Crash now into the salty waves
Mountains of the printed word
Greatest thought ever uttered
When men emerged from darkness
Rot now down into nothingness
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