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BIOLOGY


The wind flows through the sky,

with the plants that slowly die,

as they help us and provide,

the nutrients to survive.

From the flies beneath our feet,

to the plain and sandy heat,

we feel and dance the beat,

to the animals we all eat.

A deer is as quiet as air,

before its torn down by a bear,

as its corpse laid bare,

the insects digest its hair.

Biology is pretty,

it can get pretty gritty

From the flies beneth our feet,

To the whales across the sea.

 

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