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Change Ourselves, Not the Climate


Snow in April, May, and June Plus heat that rises past July There are way too many funky colors filling the sky. Smoke and smog, Gas and ash. People are destroying our world for a bit of cash. So, some become rich while animals are suffering and dying and young ones like us are screaming and crying. We do our best to change the world. We speak the truth and what's on our mind To save our world and the animals Of all shapes and kinds.
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