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Problem.

Tell me.
How does one.
Solve the problem of the human race.
They, that's you and me.
Must be the most problematic species in the whole of outer space.
The creator has a lot to answer for.
With them, that's you and me, there is always greed poverty murder and war.
Any answers do send them quick.
Before this beautiful planet becomes incurably sick.
My sad eyes cry.
Goodbye.

 

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