TITLE: Change It
By Jeryl Jasmine
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I did not shape this earth,
It greeted me at birth,
Old and twisted and sad,
Bored with good and sick with bad.
And when I saw I knelt to pray,
"Why did you let it get this way,
Change it before we all are dead."
"I put you here to change it." He said!
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