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My Zone, Your Zone, Ozone

No ozone, then no zone,
If there's none left,
It won't protect our bones.
 
It's up above,
In the atmosphere,
It's very important,
Do I make myself clear?
 
A form of oxygen,
It's way up high,
And when it's gone,
There are no alibis.
 
But wait,
It's also way down low,
It leads to smog,
In the air we know.
 
Ozone, was found,
By a German chemist,
It catches radiation,
But is on the backlist.
 
Explosive and toxic,
Holes have been detected,
Fluorocarbons build up,
Now it's hard to be corrected.
 



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