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 Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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The Ultimate Game


If yesterday was the day before…?
then today would not yet have been
we would not yet have known of all we had grown
that tomorrow would end all our dreams.
Three minutes warning then everything changed
no more buildings, blue sky… nor land
a flash of bright light then fire from hell…
and man melted like sand.
Dust clouds and wasteland was all that was left
no more children shouting out names
and the warlords and generals still safe in their bunks
play out the ultimate game








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