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Apr 2014
We live in a world with nothing but unrest.  We find it very hard, to bring out our best.
People in the Ukraine and Russia can't seem to get along.  With all of the fussing and fighting, someone is bound to be harmed.
Also, in this world, the weather is out of control, in every land.  Mud slides are killing so many people, buried under what is like quicksand.
Strange things are happening, with different planes up in the air.  Fires on the ground is breaking out, just about everywhere.
People are now dying over in African, from" Ebola," in which there is no cure.  We cry out for World Peace this is the only thing that's pure.
When will we have a world, filled with nothing but peace?  Or, will we continue to fight, not willing to let it cease?
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
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Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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