Rock 84001

Rock 84001 short poem

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Well and some scholars say we are
The genetic offspring of Rock 84001
From Mars…Well I believe we were
Born out of Gods’ very own heart and
Mind still they say Mars was a dying
Planet and the inhabitants there came
To earth and their blood still courses
Through our veins by means of hybrid
Experiments and that’s how life as we
Know it did begin…they say just compare
The red face pyramid to the Spinks in
Egypt now how can that just be a
Coincidence…still I am not sold on Martian
Genesis, no I believe we are the offspring
Of Adam and Eve not Rock 84001 or
Aliens from this or that galaxy but I’m
Not ruling out the possibility that maybe
We are just the dream of God…

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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