The world COULD be your oyster
It's for us to foster.
To add to or take away.
What we give,
What we get,
What we could give,
Or not.
From where would it come?
To our humble home.
P'aps we'll get it
From somewhere.
So thru the air
In the future
We'll fly
............and wreck
ANOTHER planet.
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