Poet Tree
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Exhaust
Exhausting pollutants
Surrounding everything
No where to hide
To forget the problem.
What happens
When we realize
It was all for nothing
All for money?
We will find
Peace of mind
In the decline
Of mankind.
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