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Dear Mother, You choke on the hot breath of our gas guzzling, air snuffling, motorized genius Products designed for our own convenience Greasy, grimy, slippery oil Seeping into your velvety soil
Basking In their wealth Pennies saved Catastrophe strikes A gilded ocean, A dying abyss After a billion deaths Ignorance Was a retreat As the world Turned away One
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