People say they love the outdoors
But they secretly cheat
Barely saving a can
They cry over pollution.
Though accomplishing every feat
We slowly meet our fate
A slow, damaging defeat
Of the place we call home.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
People say they love the outdoors
But they secretly cheat
Barely saving a can
They cry over pollution.
Though accomplishing every feat
We slowly meet our fate
A slow, damaging defeat
Of the place we call home.
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