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Ridden

Where do you think that wood's coming from? The Earth. Where do you think your metal grows? Where do you think those things owned are The Earth; and it shows! Hold on to what you matter Hold on to what's been given Hold on to your revolving what life's been left to livin' Rare as a child fed given Rare as man's work hard Baring a stake to driven Home for a heart blessed ridden

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Date: 2/7/2022 12:51:00 PM
Hi Trevor, yes we owe the Earth to take care of her, and each other, very profound (and thank you for your comment on my potd also)
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Trevor Mcleod
Date: 3/26/2022 8:54:00 PM
Thanks Michelle. I was targeting not just that but what we claim as ours is not. Thanks for your thoughtful words. Trevor

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