Poems About the Environment

How quaint is mother, Giving us fruit and homes, Eat… live… then forget.
Is This What Martin Luther King Sacrifice His Life For? Could The World Be Coming To An End?
I cry because every day a memory is lost due to somene's carelessness.
Started by the smallest spark On the driest day Kindled by the wind The starting of a flame
Thank you for calling the House of Representatives Para Español oprime uno For English press two BEEP!
Wind, you are the ruler of sky, the current of the air. You make trees sway and storms brew.
Cold Rainy Dark Sky Cloudy rainy days Gloomy days are the worst.
Cold Rainy Dark Sky Cloudy rainy days Gloomy days are the worst.
I remember when I heard a voice that said I think there's trouble better stay in bed.
This house is full of dis-closer, unsettled animosity in which no one will ever care to figure out.

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