My Dream by Sam, age 11

My dream is for world poverty to end.

The world is trapped in a box where all the bad things are like poverty, global warming; poachers own the box and own the world. My dream is for the box to disappear.

It will bring other peoples dreams back and bring opportunities to other people’s lives. Animals and people both need to be cared for, we must help!

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