| The world is flat, the sky is green. The water is dry, adults are teens. The sun is dark, the moon is gone. The hills are flat, and boring is fun. The clouds are fake, fire is cold, All glass is clouded and free is sold. The stars are close the blind will stare. This poem makes sense, and life is fair. |
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| This one comes from sitting in class one day thinking about the people who still think the world is flat, and how strange that is. One thing lead to another, and boom, a poem, that everyone says is sad, but it isn't ment to be really. |
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