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She really was created by God 
to be like a Mother to us 
bunch of cosmic orphanings. 
A stage that cradles life expectantly, 
a light shining down like a spotlight. 
Our Mother beaming proud 
in her continuous pregnancy. 
I can see this without any polls, 
without money changing hands, 
or whispering adults.
Not last and not least but enough for this read. 
I will use no superpowers, just sensibility. 
I will ask our congresswomen and congressmen 
to clear out the debris from cobblestone streets 
and stony brook, from field and stream. 
The toxins and spills and dioxide crooks 
driven by greed reward us while they reap. 
Cheap Mr. Krabs like fiends.

I will ask the grown ups, though, not to worry. 
If I can clean my room. 
They too can get things done, too, 
after doing their homework 
and addressing everyday needs. 
Now all of this has made me thirsty 
for a crystal clear, tall cool drink of bee...umm water. 
Time to sip a think of healthy attitude 
and the variety of creation's atmosphere too. 
Everyday I learn more, that she, 
Mother Earth, THE HUMBLE HANDMAIDEN OF MARY
she was created for me, 
and in a way, I for she. As I journey and grow 
and experience experiencing, wherever I go, 
she's there for me, bringing me ever nearer 
to the greatest of things. To Be.

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