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by Venky

“Look dear son”, gently said the father pointing to the rolling hills

“Mother Nature’s Eden for her children to experience sacred thrills;

“What is that father” asked the Son as a thick smog drifted in from yonder

“Our ingratitude to her; our inexcusable blunder.”

(Word Count 44)

Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #202

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