One period in English at school, we were given a picture of the world and were told to write a poem about it. Here's mine.

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I see a ball, I see a sphere,
I see many people here,
Some are rich and some are poor,
With many problems to endure,
This place seems large, but is small,
Not suspended it might fall,
Many countries, different worlds,
Many people, different goals,
This is the world, this is our life,
Through all pain, discomfort and strife.

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I know worlds and goals don't rhyme but I tried my best.