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Theme : Environment Cents by Dr. Christine Redman-Waldeyer
And I’m traveling
roads where
They said those seas
that take me
I could live to see
this – old woman I’ll be
They (my children)
ask me numbers and I tell them
I'd risk my being to
be a damn to these floods –
This is it – Somebody
is watching us at that bar
The worse I hear is
yet to come – my worry for
I can’t care to feel
for humanity’s sake because
And I think my great
grandchildren will only see November 19, 2006 Image under license with Gettyimages.com The Week of November 19, 2006
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