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The Doomsday Wristwatch and Fitness Tracker
Since Mickey’s hands are now at two ‘til twelve
Let’s pour our poor doomed selves another glass
We’ll have only our ashes then to shelve
When that great big explosion comes to pass
And as that big bang bangs I’ll kiss my kvass
Goodbye. My watch needs charging anyway
The Gotterdammerung should give it some gas
To tell the time on that Wagnerian new day
Oh! Mickey’s hands are now at that midnight -
Farewell, dear friends; it’s been a wild delight!
(What? Are you still here…?)
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