Failed Species?
A POEM
For twenty million years or more
This planet fed the Dinosaur.
It makes you sit a while and think
How soon young Man may be extinct.
But though he turn this chip of star
To ash touched from some fine cigar
When all the galaxies are dark
Man still will reign who shares God’s heart.
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