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As we move into space age, Man his power to prove, Mother Nature in a rage, Mountains start to move. Freak weather: hailstones in spring, Heatwaves in winter; Pity every living thing, And flowers that wither.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
Space Age
As we move into space age, Man his power to prove, Mother Nature in a rage, Mountains start to move. Freak weather: hailstones in spring, Heatwaves in winter; Pity every living thing, And flowers that wither.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 4:04 AM UTC
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