Oh two...

Oh two,

Thats what some call it

Usually chemists,

but it's all the same

Aren't we all chemists,

but with different names?

Oh two,

Something we all got inside

A little like blood,

but with less pride.

Its not something we can easily hide.

I make this rhyme,

but I'm not a poet

If you didn't know that

Well now you know it.

But I'm not a poet.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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