By Osker W.
Turning, turning round and round
A big blue ball that holds all the people and all the towns
So blue with a touch of green
Only from space the beauty is seen e
That man first encountered when he traveled to space
It’s turning gray and bleak
From gushing factories that rot an d reek
But there is help you see
Please reduce, recycle, and reuse
And earth’s beauty we will not loos e.
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