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Aug 2015
From black smoke that fills the skies to rivers that run orange as pumpkin juice. Nature is being torn apart at the seems. Birds fall from the sky and bee colonies fail. One day it is burning hot and the next it is freezing cold. Trees will not bear fruit, and the fish float in our lakes. What shall we inherit if we poison our world. What legacy shall we leave behind.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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