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A Poem of Nature
sconn
Nature is a thing to cherrish. I hope it will never perish. For it's sunrise is a beautifel sight, and to me a delight. It's the little things that drive me in life, like the sight of some beautifel wildlife. And the freshness after the rain, that brings me afoot again. Nature will always be here, it cannot be in contain. It will fall on evil like rain, and defeat it's wretched firers.