Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Swarm Comments

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The fields were green; the sky clear blue, the land was fat and fair.
Prosperity was all we knew, and poverty was rare.
I looked with pride upon my fields, the ripening waves of grain,
unaware, that in scant days, so little would remain.
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John F. McCullagh
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