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Clean air,
Lord, I care.
Everyone, say a prayer.
America is getting there.
No one else will dare.

All I can say, it isn't fare.
I say, in heaven we will have clean air.
Repent, accept Jesus as Saviour, be there.

By poetalthomas

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