The World, by Convalescence Subscribe to rss feed for <font color=#FFFFFF>Convalescence</font> 

Round and round the world will go, 
when it stops nobody knows.
We're living here-oblivious,
and that is why I'm writting this.
So many ask of the spinning-why.
All I know-if it stops, we all die.
Posted: 2010-05-05 12:59:13 UTC
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