Our Day is Over
By hilary west
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Ring-a-ring o' roses,
Pocket full of posies,
A tishoo, A tishoo
We all fall down.
London's burning, London;s burning,
We are in the charnel house,
With packed heat searing the countryside
The world is on fire.
It seems we are getting nearer to the sun.
Are travels to space
Useless in finding a solution
To the elimination of greenhouse gases?
London's burning, London's burning,
We are in the charnel house.
Ring-a-ring of roses,
Pocket full of posies,
A tishoo, A tishoo,
We all fall down.
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Yes, London is burning. So
Yes, London is burning. So was everywhere else, yesterday! A topical take on the huge problem of global warming. Nicely done, Hilary. Paul
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london is burning. bit cooler
london is burning. bit cooler in Scoltand, but still superwarm.
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Your poem seems very relevant
Your poem seems very relevant for the moment! It is good to read an expression of what we have been facing these last few days, and years!
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Poignant use of the rhymes.
Poignant use of the rhymes.
There are always some (new) problems, and the certainty of death, uncertain in its personal timing. Always things to work at or encourage others to work at to try to neutralize each problem as far as possible. Ultimately our hope in personal troubles and death and for an ultimate (soon) removal of all the frailty and bad now in the creation has to be in Jesus' promises. Rhiannon
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