Treasure Island

Theodora (Theo) Onken

(Washington State)

Summer Breeze~


It seems the world has many ears- -
I wonder, can they even hear me breathe?
Does my every breath come across loud and clear?
Can you even hear it when we leave?

Never mind that last question- -
The answer is- -'Of course you can'
With masters such as Billy & Joey
Our noise must come across first hand!

Your receivers have been left in place- -
Sage advise given more than twice...
So, i will not bore you with more: 'Riddle Rap'
My words here should more than suffice!

Sonja says so many things daily- -
Why without her words we would surely be blind...
With a birds eye view - there's always a clue
Thankful for the enviromental facts that we find!

So with the coming of the warmer days- -
We shall be examining the day and night time breeze- -
Garnering pollution samples needed for examination...
While the rest of you listen for me to sneeze! ! !

Submitted: Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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Spring/Summer and the enviroment

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By, Theodora Onken

April 2,2014


Spring, Summer, EPA, Pollution, NSA.

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