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Some time before me, It came to be. It now leaves itself in refuse For all to ignore but see. When Dustin Hoffman Was a young man Mr. Robinson said Use your head: "Plastic! That's the future young man!" Better look out, Before the future's done. Now it sets Beside the road, Everyone's trash can Add to tons to the load. Darn that planet It doesn't have a cup. We ought to recycle Before it fills earth up.
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