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Earth

By TaraKM

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The Earth was made, The people came, And in the end, We are too blame. Putrid Polution, Litter and Waste, Once on a world, So very chast. Trast on the surf. That's us; that's Earth. Written January 1st, 1997 © on Mar 15 2002 11:24 AM PST   0 • 17 • 9

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