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1d
I’ve walked
Many a mile
Looked at faces
Not a smile
Is life really
Such a grind
People are lost
Nothing to find
All looking inside
A mobile phone
You Say hello
You might get a groan
All seem to be in a
World of there own
Thousands of likes
But there all alone
They will not know
The colour of skies
Awareness is dead
As Mother Nature
Cries
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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