One Planet Many Worlds.

One Planet Many Worlds. prose poem

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Earth is home for billions of us, we live on one planet, we all call it home.
None of us, however, live in the same world.
The worlds we live in are as varied
as the people that inhabit them.
Some live in heaven others call hell their home, many live in limbo made simply to roam.
No two worlds are exactly the same.
Some are healthy while others in pain.
Some are rich many are poor.
Some live in freedom others detained.
Some are happy while many are sad.
This planet has many worlds, none are the same.
Some are gregarious others simply plain.
Some are geniuses and others insane.
Each one with their own story to tell.
History is replete with such worlds, no two are the same.

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