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Kunama 1971


Pollution


The air is stuffy,
People suffering,
A pain.
Babies wakening,
Life for them
Is disaster.

Cities die.
People leaving.
Everybody rushing, but where?
What a life!
What a life!
I dread to fear
The moon.
A barren thing
Our world -
I hope
To stay
A clear and wonderful thing

Christine Guske 1A


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