A Taste of My Rainbow
By Amanda

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We flow through life like the water in a stream. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Some manage to blend into the ocean of the world, but others just dry up and disappear.

Even the Man on the Moon! When he looks down, he bares a frown When he looks at the earth, he feels its hurt! When he saw the trash in his sea of tears, he started to fear. . . What had the people done? Soon the earth was gone. All that was left was the Man on the Moon, but he, too, would be gone, very soon. Even the Man on the Moon is crying because he knows every thing is dying.

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