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Apr 2021
I can see the lush grass
Inside from my class

But soon our planet is a big trash land
Who's fault is this? We ask. Not what I planned

A paper here
A paper there

Litter is everywhere
Not just land also air

What can we do? We say
Clean up! Before it's grey

I hope things will get back to Earth
Otherwise this will be no worth
Written by
ThatGirl  F
       Leone Lamp, Benzene and ThatGirl
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