A plastic poem,

A plastic poem,
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Empty plastic water bottles rule over the oceans,
Oceans in turn, rule over the earth,
The bottles keep hitting all and everything,
Like the unbreakable colorful dreams.
For some these are but waste,
For some others just a plaything.
Like the unbreakable colorful dreams.
The fish in the sea and the cows on the earth,
Take it as a delicious food or cud,
They chew them, mince them, grind to a paste,
The sound we hear all that makes this waste.
Empty plastic water bottles rule over the oceans,
Like the unbreakable colorful dreams.
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