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Feb 2013
I think that I'd **** to feel the breath of day
To feel Wind's whispers on my skin
But alas, my emotions have become so lethargic
To feel must be such a frivolous sin
I've almost become numb to the ways of nature
Because nature is hardly to be seen
And now at the end it's a rarity, I'd wager
That eventually we'll have to pay to see green
Michael Pick
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Michael Pick  Canada
(Canada)   
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