I try me best
I must succeed
If I don’t
I cannot breed
Not a bad thing.
I must say
Our children, our the ones to pay
Harsh times are ahead
Rough abyss feelings of dread
Rising water across the plane
Rising heat results in pain
Painful days are these
Just continue chopping down the trees!
Monday, 14 April 2008
29... Counting down the days
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