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Too Late
Contributed by
PlaguePerfected
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Thursday, 12th January 2012 @ 12:11:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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The ocean is an endless painting,
Most everyone loves the ocean,
But now with waste and hate its fading.
I once swam the oceans lovely potion,
Now black with oil, chunky with trash, looking like soup,
An old-world recipe, making sickness with excess motion.
The endless blue is killed by the pollutions "feedback loop",
Expanding and dirty once was virgin and clean,
It can't all be blamed on a single group.
Everyone wave goodbye,
We've destroyed the ocean and next the sky.
Copyright ©
PlaguePerfected
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2012-01-12 12:11:47]
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Re: Too Late
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by StacyLynnG on
Thursday, 12th January 2012 @ 02:31:23 PM AEST
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| Vivid imagrey and excellent execution on your point! Loved it! |
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Re: Too Late
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by girish on
Friday, 13th January 2012 @ 01:04:03 AM AEST
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Way back it was an ocean
Today it is a mix of pollution
If you do not find a solution
Tomorrow there will be erosion |
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