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Late at night You look to the sky and wonder What is that huge ball called the Moon Why is it there? How is it controlled And then you remember Its our light for the night | |||||||||||||||||
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Earth is a huge mass of land Vast with many diverse objects Useful for everything that live on it mother to all smells from sweet flowers to city sewers sounds of birds singing to cars humming | |||||||||||||||||
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Huge animals roming the land In search of nothing Eating as they go babies flowing close behind Grandfather leading the way, after many times journeying No sight of an ending but always walking They are the buffulo | |||||||||||||||||
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