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Earth Proceedings

Walks of movements The work which doesn't work Man been laboring for centuries The irony, no babies Just endless efforts, To keep earths momentum running From its revolution to our evolution.. Chances and no change, A work load from the heavens Given to peasants due to Absent kings so we ruled by the state: Elected man, presenting for the whole world and acting in jobs for higher role's, Media broadcasting; Its all for mankind and we so kind, Trading our souls for those toys, Welcome to kindergarten, Swings and slides...the playground After recesses Teachers ask! "Whose your father?...the Sun Whose your mother?...the Moon Whose your sister?...ah the World"

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