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Brownland
There's a sickly sense of unease
Background anxiety in the air
Something wrong with the planet
Like a hole getting ready to tear
Science is tomorrow's igorance
We grew too big for our boots
We've dug a hole in the future, its
Too late to go back to our roots
Greenland's ice seemed a fixture
Taken for granted, always there
Now its melting, dying, dwindling
...Saturday 22nd August 2020 11:09 am
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