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Jun 2015
dear sir,
the trees out there-
they take your waste,
your carbon dioxide,
and through every effort,
every process they've developed
over the past millions of years,
turn it into beautiful
oxygen for you
to breathe
& live.

what
service
did
you
ever
perform
for
them
in
exchange
for
that?
this is for uncle tom,
the capitalistic *******.
stéphane noir
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stéphane noir
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