Wednesday 18 May 2016

When Its Gone Its Gone


Our planet is a bowl of stuff
A combination blend of mixes
A search of stick together things
Where randomness affixes

A plume of growth best suited
If conditions advantageous
Making changes by surviving
Detrimental's most contagious

Growing from coincidence
Always striving to assert
Amazing how it came to be
Dishing down among the dirt

But there we are and here I am
Contained in scientific soup
Plundering and blundering
Nothing green about our group



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