Pollution

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Pollution

Children playing, laughing
Running into that glorious blue sea,
Swimming to another shore, untiring
With screaming gulls and exclusive hotels
And the magic of yachts anchored at bay
It's a wonderful day
They are itching, eyes burning, nose running-
What we feared is true
No more this treasure - for the children or me?





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