| Epilogue |
| no sorrow marked the ending of exhibit twenty-eight |
| no sadness for a species that would never be replaced |
| waters cleaned, earth restored, air again made pure |
| beasts renewed with confidence their beauty would endure |
| the final task completed now, it’s as it all began |
| there’s left no trace to mark this place the habitat of man |
George A Starcher Sr
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