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"The Skyscraper Jungle"
Over the calm, a fog arises The woodlands are shaken with surprises The fog does not fade away... But grows even thicker with each new passing day The jungle becomes concrete... Before our eyes and under our feet Now the concrete grows closer to some lonely trees Exhaust from some cars stripped the hue from the leaves Words alone are the way to start... But action is the key to save nature from falling apart To preserve what is left would prove the safer bet Let us behold the beauty... Earth is our greatest asset B.L. Houghtalin+
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