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Pink Feathers

Chill Out

I Was Just Thinking


Time to be living life low on the hog,

down where the hoof meets the road;

we’ve outgrown our britches,

taken on way too much girth…


we’ve weighed down the world

gobbled up half the earth.

Our sins we’re denying, still loath to confess,

Ma Nature sighs,

“Kids, just clean up your mess.”


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