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Jan 2017
The blueberries are sweet,
And we are right there with tragedy.
I am eating this blue fruit,
And many people are nervous.
My blueberry bowl is nearly empty,
I can see smoke covering the sky, blocking the sun rays and masking the air with a death stench.
There are no blueberries here anymore,
There are no people here anymore.
Sara Buzz
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Sara Buzz  21/F
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