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May 01, 2009
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Late maybe the Hour
Its like the hour is lateAnd the great Aprocalpyse is at handThere is flood, flu and heatThe world is crumblingThere is fear everywhereBut it's funny; MEN have always be hitHit by worst nightmares, yet they evolvedThey have always survivedWhat fear is yet to behall themThat has not come to passLate maybe the hourBut men are canny
— WonderGolly, May 01, 2009
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