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Feb 11
One degree dries our throat
Two degrees and drown out your sorrows
Three degrees, head for the tree linedΒ beaches at the poles
Four degrees and a space taxi to book
Climate change, thirsty work in the future, someone will always make a buck!
kevin wright
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kevin wright  uk
     Lailah and Glass in the Moon
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