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Asian Elephant

The elephant in the room stands there quietly understanding he won’t be there if we don’t do something to save him from ourselves. No room in the inn for him, they call it “habitat loss.” Not possible to overlook if … Continue reading

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Buck Buckling

You push through the gate Into our front yard. And Freddie comes Up to you, And I wonder with no fence Between you Just what will happen– You greet him Nose to nose But Freddie backs off And barks As … Continue reading

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