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Jul 4
We shoot the pigeons
pollute the oceans
and
destroy the forests
and then harp on about
how wonderful nature is.

Oxygen tanks
concrete and steel
a flashlight for sunlight
and how would that feel?

pretty **** I'd imagine.

I don't have to be woke
to be awake to the possibility
that if this carries on
it'll be progress that is
killing me.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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