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what I'm doing in polluted Eastern Cape

I Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day Through this time here, I must turn senses away From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes" And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes! II For inspiration, I must remember to look up also Clouds always yield forms, names, games galore And away from plastics, pollution ... naturally Trash trucks come each Wednesday; ignored outstandingly III To each clump of Acacia; hail beaten patch of cacti; Sole tree that comorants dry their wings on, daily And note how Nature, Life, does not quit ... growing As we must: quiet lotuses in fens with slime ... flowing

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Date: 1/10/2022 4:47:00 PM
Your poem shows powerful insight about a worldwide problem while other forms of life continue to survive and grow. Perhaps, someday, humans can grow without contributing to as much pollution as we presently do.
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Anil Deo
Date: 1/10/2022 8:46:00 PM
Thank you so much Hail. Blessings
Date: 12/29/2021 6:39:00 PM
Mother nature never stops growing and trying to make us strong despite the pollution. I appreciate your meaningful write her dear Anil.
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Anil Deo
Date: 1/10/2022 8:47:00 PM
Precisely, dear Vue. Thank u. Paz
Date: 12/29/2021 3:09:00 PM
Blessings Anil, It's sad to see a beautiful country like Africa, becoming a garbage dump like the rest of the world. We can only pray for changes. Nicely written. Prayers and Happy New Year......Sister Debra
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Anil Deo
Date: 1/10/2022 8:46:00 PM
I receive thy Blessings Sis