You are right, everybody should plant a tree. I own over 70 acres of forest and I still plant trees every year. Clearcutting still goes on but it's controlled and performed for purposes other than just development in this day and age, unless it's private property. This is because of environmental, wildlife, and other negative impacts. I like your message, everybody should be more environmentally conscience.
Are you trying to say it's everybody else's fault because you were born into a society that's stereotyped? Am I on the right track or are you just discussing corruption itself? trying to make an excuse for the meaning of the word "corruption". If I'm wrong, let me know what you really mean. Keep writing...
Woo... calm down. It's a cup of coffee not an #%$#%$%... Although you write well and that's really what it's all about, how you express your feelings in words. Truth be known, if Folgers reads this poem they'll probably buy it from you and use it in a commercial. good job keep writing.
Hello Bob the film censor. Myself I've never been a big Jody Foster fan. Although, I am all for her and Angelina Joline hooking up as two lover journalists! As of matter a fact your poem when reading that part had really good visual effects that words just can't describe. Keep writing.
Hello Lady Ga Ga lover... I think Lady Ga Ga is HOT! At least the last time I seen her she was. I like how intensely you speak about this woman, you seem to be very passionate about her music. Is this how you wanted to ask this question, (Can you can guess where this is leading?) just wondering. Good work keep writing...
I like your poem, I was just imaging laying in my bathtub looking up at the ceiling. Your poem had me saying to myself, what a great twenty minutes of alone time thinking about the day I just had and how good it feels to finally relax. Nice job on bringing back old memories. I take showers now. I like your humor, keep writing.
Children anticipate Christmas truly is no joke, I've bought so much wrapping paper I'm just about broke, they set and they wonder what it could be, as they slowly sneak a present from under the tree, from behind the couch you hear a slight little tear, and then the sound of surprise flows through the air. Your poem creates a lot of imagination to be so short. Merry Christmas!
I bet your Irish? That was a good poem and it turned me all green when I read it an realized I had 6 more hours of work left before I could make myself keen after having my fill of what on St. Patrick's day the Irish turn green. So keep up the good work and stay true to your ways and we will toast each other come St. Patrick's Day!!!
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