I'm picking litter
To clear out the litter in my head
To clear out what was said
With a robot arm
I mean you no harm
It's a mental need
To sow new seed
The needs of the planet
Are called out by the Goddess Tanit
Let's gather more litter
And afray from being bitter
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
I'm picking litter
To clear out the litter in my head
To clear out what was said
With a robot arm
I mean you no harm
It's a mental need
To sow new seed
The needs of the planet
Are called out by the Goddess Tanit
Let's gather more litter
And afray from being bitter
Armed with remote arm I've become a litter picker and picked up a huge bag of stuff on my street today. Interestingly many of the pieces are the same leading to the conclusion only a few are spoiling
it for the many.
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