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Help The World


They say “The world is our oyster”

But how is this so.

The climate keeps decreasing and increasing.

Who is to blame?

The man with the large SUV or the man chopping down trees

Or could it be?

The woman that decides to use a whole can of hairspray or is it the woman that liters garbage

Is anyone truly helping our environment?

I shall water the lawns of earth and nurture the trees of life.

It still gives no help.

The world around us is dying in my eyes. Our oyster has been lost.

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