There was a phase when I was totally into poetry. I couldn't quite understand a lot of prose, though the simpler ones caught my attention. This was one I'd particularly liked.
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice
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