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Poem: Mechanical Forest

From a feeble seed Born into a chaotic life The tree is in need Of an stable wildlife Like water down a river It can only flow so far It’s only goal is to slither Up until it’s tar With the transformation Of nature to pollution The demands of our nation Creates a pernicious solution The creation of mechanical trees Turns this world into steel So nation can we please Revert to what was real - Max

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