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If things go on like this

If things go on like this 
Then a mango tree is looking for a part time job.
It always wanted to be more than 
A season's search.
"Honestly, anything would be great right now -
Just keep me away from 
Property*."

At a session with sun, 
Brilliance registered for name-change
Museums have sided with Marigolds in the case "State vs Plants"
Walk-in Interviews are being held for pavements
All land is only offices now. 

So scholarships are being awarded
For making a green leaf into a leisure activity
All writers are busy working on this curriculum. 
I wish there was a way to bring the water prices down.

I just want to drink water and breathe air 
Will say no tree ever.


*"Property is Theft."

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