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Paper and Plastic, Is Man Fantastic

Me, I'm just part of mother earth I'm just a little particle At least mother earth knows I'm worth Me and other particles We make up her ground For purity it is, it's found all around For millions of years We absorbed so many things Decaying plants and flesh In daily life it brings Then the day arrived With the experiments of man Creating what was never here Was it in their future plans I can still recall the day Seeing a fluttering near me It was so white, drifting like a leaf But I couldn't picture the tree Beside me it lay Not for long, just a couple of weeks Here, then it was gone Us particles no longer weeped The fortunate in us lived on Living many, many years But this day I'll always remember Us particles choked, and lingering tears Generations now have passed The same colour, white like the paper This time it never left Mans creation, who cares, their caper

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 3/3/2012 6:13:00 AM
Congratulations James a very nice piece xx
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Date: 3/2/2012 7:14:00 PM
JAMES... congratulations! WITH YOUR CONTEST WIN!! *Enjoyed stopping by to view may winners tonight!! Have yourself a very nice night ;-)*always..pd
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Date: 3/2/2012 5:08:00 PM
James, well done. Congrats on making Susan's winners' list.....................S.Ronthorpe
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Date: 3/2/2012 2:57:00 PM
Congratulations on your win and thanks for supporting my contest! Nice personification James :)
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Date: 3/2/2012 11:04:00 AM
Congratulations on your win in Susan's "Paper Or Plastic" contest James. Love, Carol
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Date: 3/1/2012 4:25:00 AM
James I like this poem you have created for the contest(?) it is a pleasure to read.Have a lovely day James. - oxox Anne-Lise
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Date: 2/29/2012 1:36:00 PM
Dear James, we are but specks in the universe. Was it a butterly who came to sit beside you? We have many white ones here. We are all made of "particles" that will at some point die. A compelling poem for the aper and Plastic contest, James. Winning wishes headed your way. Nice to see you posting again. My time here is limited by my illness, but I had to check in on some of my favorites. Love, Carolyn
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