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“The Lay of the Land”

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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Published: Nov 26, 2011
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