Classic poem of the day
With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sowed the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
Member poem of the day
Forays into another dimension should never outstrip nature's proclivity to assert it's natural way of assessing it's own iniquities as judged by those who count themselves lucky when conditions present opportunities that both hurt and help those that would otherwise have been unaffected by the events that would bring us closer to God.
(One sentence, 53 words, no commas)
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