Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

THE TORONTO SKY


The toronto sky is bue today because he is feeling much better today
Yesterday the Toronto sky wa sick due to carbon monoxide
And all the cars on the road sends their carbon monoxide to the sky
And the sky couldn't breathe and it is the same wy for those who have Asthma like the sky feeling that they are suffocanting
But me tell you that was exactly how the sky was feeling yesterday
Also I believe that the factorie releases a lot of dirty air into the air
Human neings use all kinds of sprays to clean their homes that affects The ozone layer also

Submitted: Thursday, April 14, 2011
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