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While growing up, it was always difficult for me to watch or hear about people killing snakes simply out of fear. I remember my neighbor’s father killing a snake with a shovel right in front of me and my friends, and it broke my heart.
Cycle! Recycle, man! Do not throw away stuff. Used items can become new ones. Cycle!
Reduce! Reduce garbage. Less waste is lucrative. It lowers disposal spending. Reduce!
It brings us all together Under a sun we all share Housing us forever Under its loving care With sand on our toes And snow on our nose
There was once as professor named Schwilk Whose class I truly feel did bilk For I thought ecology would illuminate biological path But for frustration it seems to be nothing but math
A box lies here six sides folded inward weak blankets of dead trees line my insides to be used and discarded, built for the the comforts of a sniveling little child who played in the rain.