The world turns
The world burns
But –
we had a lovely day.
The air thickens
The air sickens
But –
didn’t we have a lovely day?
The world burns
The air sickens
But –
who do I mean by ‘we’ today?
The world turns
The world burns
But –
we had a lovely day.
The air thickens
The air sickens
But –
didn’t we have a lovely day?
The world burns
The air sickens
But –
who do I mean by ‘we’ today?
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It seems we've passed co2 levels of 420 ppm. Unthinkable but now accepted. Where do we go from here?
The rich will always find places on the earth that are still inhabitable. They will always have a lovely day.
Thank you, yes. That is exactly what I was thinking. Though even the very rich may well get their day in the fire.
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