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  •  Well, that can be the best way to do it (7+ / 0-)

    "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." - A. J. Weberman

    by mieprowan on Mon Nov 30, 2009 at 07:13:08 PM PST

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    •  Yes, I have learned (4+ / 0-)

      that you cannot separate environmental issues from social issues. Everything is part of the fabric, and if one part falls out of balance, everything and everyone else suffers.

      •  environment 'r' us! (3+ / 0-)
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        RunawayRose, citisven, Ebby

        "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." - A. J. Weberman

        by mieprowan on Mon Nov 30, 2009 at 08:35:09 PM PST

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        •  trademarked by (3+ / 0-)
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          Momma Earth!

          •  ya can't fool Mama Gaia! (3+ / 0-)
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            "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." - A. J. Weberman

            by mieprowan on Mon Nov 30, 2009 at 08:46:23 PM PST

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            •  wherever you step (3+ / 0-)
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              she's already there.

              •  asdf (2+ / 0-)
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                in your hair
                everywhere
                you despair
                oh beware
                Mama Gaia everywhere.

                Don't be shy
                don't deny
                she'll espy
                as you cry
                Mama Gaia says comply.

                If you jump
                on the land
                feel so grand
                in her hand
                You are just a lump.

                Lump of clay
                anime
                In her hair
                play and play
                Mama Gaia she just stare

                At foolish lumps
                getting bumps
                from themselves
                silly elves

                Mama Gaia she so bored
                Foolish humans have her floored
                Stuff she made as
                silly maid
                now she's grown up
                so are we
                do we see?

                Mama Gaia start to roll
                tired of the elves gone troll
                Knows inside
                where we hide
                in our hearts
                fits and starts

                We don't need this foolish crap
                Mama Gaia knows the rap.

                What to do?
                See it through.
                Mama Gaia there with you.

                See her in
                every shade
                Every shadow ever made.

                See her in
                golden spin
                turning flowers, light within.

                "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out and say a prayer for him." - A. J. Weberman

                by mieprowan on Mon Nov 30, 2009 at 09:17:50 PM PST

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                •  Green (2+ / 0-)
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                  Green is a word
                  on our minds to save the world.
                  It’s hope, it’s attraction, and it’s spring,
                  show me the honey and I’ll be your sweet fling.

                  Summer comes and turns it red,
                  a jewel in our flower bed.
                  Orange, white, and midnight blue—
                  it’s mustard, mint, and indigo too.

                  Soon—behold—the harvests mellow,
                  our ripened fruit now turns to yellow—
                  what once was called a fig or rose
                  now goes away to decompose.

                  Into the earth and deep down under,
                  returning to its dark moist yonder;
                  without a word or clapping sound
                  beloved Green has turned to brown.

                  Just when it seemed that Green was Brown
                  the compost pile gets turned around.
                  Little critters come to play,
                  the color now is Shades of Grey.

                  And so it goes, a million years—
                  the planet turns, it seldom veers.
                  The human mind though likes to cling
                  to the notion of that fling.

                  So get inspired, call it Green,
                  but remember it’s not always clean.
                  That Green Carpet Star reception
                  may be a first class deception.

                  What the mothership is tellin’
                  is to slow the buyin’ and sellin’—
                  to follow nature is to find
                  that being green is colorblind.

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