Nov 14
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World


                            Feet

                    Feet, walking all over me

                                          Webed,

                                                          Stikey,

                                                        And wet

                            They tickle over my red orange and yellow land

                                

                                                          Food

                                          Food on my land is slimey,    

                                         It grows inside my red trees                    

                      Sometimes it tastes like nothing,

               Other times it is soft and sweet,

                                          When harvest time comes,

                                                      It isn't easy,

                         In my hot, hot environments
                                                      Sunacoats

                                           Sunacoats are my people,

                                                They live in tribes

                                   They use what they can to survive,

                                             Finding water is hard

                                            So they must be strong

                                                         

                                                 I am the thustrial,

                               The planet of the Sunacoats and their feet,

                                            My food may be grouse

                                       My environments may be harsh

                                   But I and my people will still survive

                                         

                                  

 
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