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Oh, we love mines and clean water; We plant plastic flowers and **** them For hours and hours. Our yard is a monument To the things we hold in our hearts. Signs of the past, signs that will last. Mining is King Can you imagine such a thing As real flowers, perfuming the air For hours and hours; Trees for the bees, Honey or money? Foxes or Toxics?
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
Our World? Our Future?
Oh, we love mines and clean water; We plant plastic flowers and **** them For hours and hours. Our yard is a monument To the things we hold in our hearts. Signs of the past, signs that will last. Mining is King Can you imagine such a thing As real flowers, perfuming the air For hours and hours; Trees for the bees, Honey or money? Foxes or Toxics?
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
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