Friday, November 13, 2009

Our World is ending, burning.- a random poem found

From mountains,To trees
To highways with leaves
I will be there through thick and thin
I am your love love, your twin.
Mother earth is always here,
I will always be there.
So long as there is oxygen in this world
Smokey skies make me sad
The oxygen is running low.
So so is our glow.

-By anonymous

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