Mother nature, has run out of room, even birds are screaming, cars engines, vroom, vroom. We wonder why, we've all gone crazy, look at mother nature, if you can see through the hazy. We need to preserve, our wide open space, level our consc… Read on blog or Reader My rockgarden Read on blog or Reader Run out of room Margot Amnesty March 8 Mother nature, has run out of room, even birds are screaming, cars engines, vroom, vroom. We wonder why, we've all gone crazy, look at mother nature, if you can see through the hazy. We need to preserve, our wide open space, level our conscience, for the human race. Can you not see, what we have done, let's sell Yellowstone, or another grand calamity. They keep building houses, but roadways the same, we're still driving four lanes, which should be eight. Our population, is exceeding our ground, we have to save room, it's pound for pound. This poem came to me, right out of the sky, as if the birds were calling, and asking me why? I don't have an answer, I whispered to him, but it seems to me, the dollars are spread thin. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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