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WOVEN WORLDS

WOVEN WORLDS We nod and smile at environmentalists. It was industry and mining leaving land rotten, yet with few recognising it was and is, themselves at fault - still true of uncaring business, but waste is also ours. Out of mind at least for the moment, but that is ending as we shall stumble and trip over desolate stinking dumps and fields the air that we breathe we all inhale ignorance from yesterday’s world atmospheric pollution and all poisoned by plastic

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Date: 3/4/2024 4:27:00 PM
an insightful creation, Howard. I especially liked the last five lines and "we all inhale ignorance." Well said. Have a splendid evening, Sara
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