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Dec 2014
A world once covered in lush, green flora;
Is now left to rot;
Replaced with cold, grey concrete;
It was nature that we forgot.              
We thought we were building a world to sustain;
But instead, this is a world that lacks true terrain.
I can't help but wonder if this is what human nature set us up to be;
Living in a concrete jungle;
Instead of those with trees.
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Meg Goodfellow
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Meg Goodfellow  Australia
(Australia)   
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