Global Warming Poem by Brian McBrand

Global Warming

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global warming and i'm chilled through the bone
global warming and now we have a new home.
violent weather, unpredictable kind, all amiss
crops grow in the winter and summer doth hiss.

that now a single piece of fruit at unheard of $10.95
sits and rots while the rest figure out how to survive.
i'm pumping my gas, eating steak, lights on 24 a day
and now i'm talking about global warming
Like I have something to say...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
... Lynch 18 August 2007

Haha, Yes, it's one thing to say, another to do. Great poem. -Kylie M. Lynch

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