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The Earth


The Earth is dying.

When she breathes, the air chokes her.

Her once green fields are now brown and broken.

Her blue oceans are now turning acidic and full of plastic.

Her animals are dying due to toxins and trash in their habitat. 

"Who will help me?' she cries, "What have I done?"

She begs everyone to help her with her howling winds and 

big storms. The people see, but they do nothing. 

Except for one. 

He collects the trash that pokes the Earth.

He helps animals who are sick. 

 

 

 

 

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