The Forest Fire
The forest fire
Is everyone concern
Even it is too far away to be seen
But the air becomes haze
But the surroundings become dusty
But the weather becomes dry and hot
But the skin becomes sticky
And we soon feel thirsty and drowsy
And the same will come with
Burning rubbish in the open air
And the “same” will come with
The spreading of an epidermic too
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