poetry
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We live in a wonderful world That we occasionally get lost in That we sometimes lose sight of It becomes invisible and that’s our loss As we get caught in life’s infernal dross We lose sight of love and all it means We are even accepting of living in a world without peace When did…
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Landscapes of brutalised wilderness where trees stood, No amount of greed should ever see such destruction of wood, We have to resolve to live a life of nurture not simply of destruction.
