Poem One
My Dearest Book
On Earth I am born
Page after page
I write my toes
I write my language
Male or female
I dance my shoes
As I wear them
Mum makes a tear
As washing machines
Are not born
We are all aliens
On planet mars
Export orders
From earth are
Heavy to carry
At the moment
Butterflies have color
On earth
Here science has
To plant a green planet
My Dearest Book
On Earth I am born
Page after page
I write my toes
I write my language
Male or female
I dance my shoes
As I wear them
Mum makes a tear
As washing machines
Are not born
We are all aliens
On planet mars
Export orders
From earth are
Heavy to carry
At the moment
Butterflies have color
On earth
Here science has
To plant a green planet
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