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May 2017
Plastic rings clog up the oceans and dark pools of oil stain the shores where white sand once lay. Smoke fills our lungs and the air is darkened by ash and soot. We pour poison into our food and water and wonder why our children get sick. We believe that all things are never ending, but in reality all things are finite. We fight over ideologies and people starve when there is more than enough to share. So as the bodies pile up and species become extinct, we must ask ourselves, can we recycle the earth?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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