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THE THIRD WORLD WAR A thousand centuries hence— I trudge the baked desert, crawl for a reviving sip Shrivelled heart, parched throat I crouch upon, scoop the tanned dehydrated earth Stick my nails in, then fingers Aboriginal deftness clutch Layers of impacted humus, gravels lick my paws 38