barrelwocky
twas drilling and the slimy oils
did writhe and wriggle in the waves
the coastline and its creatures there
innocent victims of this scenario grave
beware the oil rig, my son
the pump that grinds, the rotors that catch
it breaks, it leaks, it often freaks
and all end up swimming in an oily patch
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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- I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings
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