the national Sydney park clean up free verse
I am at the national Sydney Park.
There are dirty plastic bags flying everywhere.
Cups are lying all over the ground.
Birds are eating leftover chips and getting sick.
The water in the pond is brown.
Rotten apple leftover banana skin is everywhere.
My job is to make this park look spik and span for the animals
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