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Aug 2018
Whilst I'm standing still over this hill, I think of moments in life that gave me a thrill,

But I remember the pain and I remember the chill,
Of the cold dampened heart's that never seem to spill,

Like the world's in one convention and I'm outside looking in,

I grin, whilst i use these forces buried within,

To show people in verse what I mean,
Before the planet isn't green,
Before the seas collapsed and wind is no longer a breeze,

We freeze in an ice block, tick, tock, tick, tock, we stopped the clock,

But nobody hears me so everyone listen up,
Stop what you're doing and please raise a cup,
For stopping global warming and extinction of animals, because we're all valuables on this tiny spec of galaxies, yet governments plan strategies,
To profit from tragedies, they keep us all living in fantasies, but strike in catastrophes,

So let's help our families and all become one,
Before we've got none and everything we feel has gone,

Putting a bet on the apocalypse, odds are ten to none !!!
Things need to change, before it's to late.
Steve m sawyer
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Steve m sawyer  35/M/Bolton
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