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| Trees survive in urban sprawl, Getting little sun at all. Clinging to the soil, they thrive, Glad that they can be alive. They're resigned to dirty air Since they can't go anywhere. We are mobile, thankfully! Not tied down, but roaming free. We can travel far and wide, Flying o'er the countryside. Praise the Lord that we can be Gifted with mobility. | ||
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