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What 'll happen
When the Earth begin to dry up
When its seas and oceans dessicate,
And when its mighty rivers
Are perennial no more;
And when all its inland
Lakes,ponds and tanks go dry
And when large tracts of agri-fields
go barren,bereft of water,
And grains grow *******;
And the forests are green no more;
Oh,I foresee the sufferings of cattle'
The giver of milk and milk products,
Their fodder become scanty,
And they are lean,frail and bony,
With udders shrunk and with little milk
That even their calves couldn't suckle;
I foresee the atmosphere with
multi-punctured ozone layer;
And the rays of sun becoming
Painfully hot and penetratively scorching;
Making living  unhealthy and frightening;
I foresee men clamouring no more
For gold,platinum and silver
And not even for money;
But,instead fight against each other
in house and  in open places
For food and water!
Food and water sell
At prices sky-rocketing ;
I foresee violence erupting everywhere
For food, water and shelter;
And soon, the world turns
A battle-ground for survival,
Heralding an era of survival of the fittest!
All these woes are because
We failed to live in harmony
With the bounteous Nature,
And chose in arrogance to
Live on our own,
And these owes are
The curse of mother Nature?
A scientist's view of future world!
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I wigged my thin **** away with a concerted, ****-wiggling passion
that penetratively confounded the mixed butch mufflers who swore
like sailors that wiggling had fallen from Disney's ****-day fashion
Kitty was a cute, young **** who enjoyed the “music” of Donny Osmond. One day, while she was shaving her pretty ******, a new Donny Osmond song was announced on the radio. Kitty put down her razor and picked up her wide, black mambo ***** while squirming closer to where the radio was. “It's now or never,” she whispered, as she experienced penetratively-synthetic, Negroid ******.

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