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Black, billowing out of the exhaust pipe;
To join the smog, and the smells so damn ripe;
Flowing free form, as I watch from my stop;
Shaking my dark facial features, Why oh Why;
Coughing in this polluted Sky, I Sigh;
Oh I wonder and I ponder today;
Hear, Hear the complaints on the radio;
Climate Change you know, Climate Changed, Yeah So?;
All we do is talk, There's no active change;
Whining and crying of politicians;
Puffs of dense dark smoke, just like magicians;
Sickened, am I the only one who cares?
Love it ;))
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why think you.
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theres just few who think..
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hello Towarzysz ze strefy Ciszy, i would like you to know that i have moved over to another site now. if you would like to join up with us over there you can follow here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/MusoFreak200/954891/ and thank you i agree, there arent many people who think...
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I totally agree! And oh, if you happen to move in writers cafe, please let me know too! I'll welcome you there :))
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great, thanx for dropping me that line. im afraid that using english language ill loose most of my gifts to express myself (as you can see on the pictures descriptions and those few txts of mine that i dared to translate) but ill go there anyway. at least as a reader. once im there ill say hello to yees of course.
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good poem... its an important subject that needs to be written about i write about it a lot.... i don't post many poems on Truml... you can read my stuff on hello poetry, writers cafe and my blog politics and poetics if you would permit me to post a poem that speaks to your theme here called Day Before Earth Day.... on the day before Earth Day the parched ground seethes with thirst a neighbor employs a plastic milk jug to water his Home Depot shrubs kids scale an idling Avalanche while mom chants microwave mantras into a Bluetooth I finish laying a blanket of nitrates on the lawn then fall asleep to the 2 cycle lullaby of my leaf blower it's 70 degrees in North Jersey snow is forecast for Pittsburgh in our blue day of expectation we brace for tomorrow's deluge on the morrow we will honor the earth yet manana never seems to come we relish the comfort of today's savage civility Music Selection: Elvis Presley, Tomorrow Never Comes Oakland 4/21/12 jbm
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