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Jun 2018
I contribute to charity a
tithe which in all honesty
I cannot afford
but it affords me some
comfort to know
that the contributions I make
will go
to a worthy cause.

I had fish for dinner
they are starving in India,
full of ideas,
but with empty bellies.

When we were
Pangea,
one people
one idea.

In the 'third world'
( a man made distinction)
they survive on
little
I can't survive if I
don't get a
Budweiser.

A tithe I may moan at
but I am happy where
I'm at,
trying to spread some
joy.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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