1984
nobody cares about nineteen
eighty-four anymore
nobody seems to remember
how lovely the wine tasted
nor how the hash under glass
made the world such a
beautiful place
there is no rewinding
there is only nineteen eighty-four
when the world mushroomed
and there were no more
children to be born
some say the final war
brought lasting peace
to this world
but nobody can be sure
november two thousand thirteen
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