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Global Warming

One day dear Autumn shan’t return,

And Spring will be a forgotten fling;

The earnest birds no more will sing

For northern homes in instinct’s urn,

For Mother Earth’s wrath’ll bring

Her fiery pissery upon everything,

Banishing the whole world to burn

& burn.

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