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Plastic Bags

April 17, 2013
By Anonymous

Like a phantom it haunts the breeze
Pushed by chilled wind with ease
It tumbles across the cold air
Once in a while it gets a small tear
The wind pushes it into the deep sky
Up and up and up it fly’s

But what good is this glorious flight
When you’re too far away to see the cities light



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