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Looking down from on high, the astronaut gaped.
Where is everyone? On tuesday the animals disappeared;
wednesday, the birds and fishes;
thursday saw sun and stars snuffed out, the moon magicked away.
Then the trees died, and saturday was chaos.
But the astronaut had been right. On sunday
God rested.

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