No Flying No Meat
Frequent flying will leave the Earth dead.
Driving cars means disaster ahead.
And we must give up meat
or our maker we’ll meet.
So it’s settled: we're staying in bed.
Copyright © Vladimir Tumanov | Year Posted 2019
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