I never knew I was a wild land.
Didn't know I was a land at all.
I thought I was a conscious being,
Sister to my brothers here on Earth.
But now it seems I was misled.
So now I'm conquered, claimed,
And farmed and strip-mined,
Left in subdivisions.
I run dry now, and my brothers
Search for greener planets
To subdue and conquer.
Let t hem go then. At my molten core,
I long for wlldness to return.
Didn't know I was a land at all.
I thought I was a conscious being,
Sister to my brothers here on Earth.
But now it seems I was misled.
So now I'm conquered, claimed,
And farmed and strip-mined,
Left in subdivisions.
I run dry now, and my brothers
Search for greener planets
To subdue and conquer.
Let t hem go then. At my molten core,
I long for wlldness to return.


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My sober anniversary is tomorrow, 6/3/85. I got a special medallion in the mail from a woman who passed away about a month ago--she had thought of me and my anniversary months ago, and had prepared it for me. Neat,huh?
Be well.
This is year 27, right....?
Yeah, that is neat, that woman was thinking of you. Sounds like she didn't know it was so close to the end of her time in this life. That must make the coin extra special.
Hope all is going well...?
Much love.