Thursday, January 7, 2016

My Good Voice Piece

      My nose was only smelling smoke, my eyes were watering and and my stomach had that nasty puking feeling. The mist was hovering over the water, the old rusty car just barely poking up over the lily pads and swaddling grass. The ruckus of the nuclear power plant just coming out of the fog. Lying there in the middle of the swap was a half submerged oil barrel. I wondered why people would do such a thing? What had happened to our pretty earth?

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