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Saturday, January 14, 2012

Nothing...


I hobble along in pain. Slow to move. Using up all my energy to push my wobbly cart with my wobbly legs. Stopping at every trash can to sift through the waste of others. It hurts to bend down to look for plastic hope. Every bottle means a nickel of food. To satiate my painful hunger. Only to burn up the little energy gained searching for more waste. I recycle not to save the World. For it is the World slowly and painfully closing in...to recycle me...

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