Before the world goes down,
on a Wednesday afternoon,
I will be the spark asks,
is where the gas cans.
It may be that you
denied the answer
me and tells me
must not play with fire you.
Yet! I would like to be drunk
of fresh bio-ethanol.
I said again to the well, would have sunk
the world.
© 2009 Simone wedge
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