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February 28, 2014

poetry penned in moon dust

They’ve made sunshine artificial

cellophane contains rainforest mist

we tread never ending stairway

all that’s living sorely missed

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music tuned on rounds of plastic

nature sneers in futility baulks

nothing here really matters

our food source comes fresh from a box

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green is just another color

nothing in the dirt is real

silk are all the flowers blooming

all that swims comes from Mercury’s reel

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break a pack it will cool you

smash these gels for your feet

what you hold is meant to fool you

supplement the real de-feat

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This is a rant that I wrote after eating pesticide laden veggies from Mexico. The Central Valley in California is more than capable of growing the crops for the nation and yet it is often short-changed by big business and politics in Northern and Southern California. I loved reading this morning (on the box) that my…

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