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I turned on the radio,

    And lo' and behold,

The destruction of our planet,

    Was being foretold.



A man of the stars,

    Nostradamus is name.

Of no great source,

    But alarm us his fame.



I wondered if fear,

    Accrued by his word,

Could aid in the demise,

    Of our plentiful world.



Contrived it seemed,

    That we would think thus,

And up our own wholes,

    We would self-destruct.



But broadminded the few,

    Who interpreted as said,

The hues of the rainbow,

    Can be over our head.