The words that drip from your lips
The very essence of self, itself expressed
History's partaken, words not forsaken
The colour of crispy bacon, no not just
a pig, but Quorn if you are a veggie
My paper I hope comes from a recycling
plant. So there is more oxygen and
we won't have to pant.
To plant more plants, flowers and trees,
I hope won't make too many sneeze.
To love the planet is to love ourselves
For in our hearts and minds we delve.
The greatness or send us strait to hell
Life is a shared experience
Please !! don't put it on the shelf !!
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