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| Assisting by � billybird_nj Hand in hand with destiny, wander through this land; I've come across the hand - of mankind's deeds. With tears of sadness, see once fertile ground; has been turned around - to ribbons of concrete. To see complete lack of caring for the deer; surely brings a tear - selfish speed - the cause. I lift the little bird, fallen from its nest, returned to what is best - the destiny that should be. For I am not - the interruptor of destiny - but ..... its assistant. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG 2001 |