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Revolving
A planet spins with an atmosphere,
Keeping its species here.
Seasons cycle every year,
Plants die, evolve, and reappear.
Revolving around a circular sphere,
A moon circles around up there,
As we breath its air in and out.
A cycle we forget about,
Atoms and electrons just hanging out.
As molecules begin to sprout,
A blueprint to lay out.
Carrying out its plans,
Revolving around demands,
Evolving as it expands.
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keith mchugh
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