My Poetry
New World
There was a world upon a time
a world we called the equidime
but then another world evolved
and thus a problem for man was solved.

From equidime one man remained
and so a world was still retained
a world now known as earth to man
a world revolving like a fan

This world is striving oh so great
but soon must suffer endless fate
because like equidime peace faded
the thought of war no longer shaded.
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