Benjamin Posted April 15, 2015 Share Posted April 15, 2015 The wind it seems, has rain within it's tail: as churning turbines march relentlessly to occupy green fields... outnumber trees. And now, black gold beneath the pleasant South gives rise to wry smiles in my ravaged North. Sly politicians fondle greasy hands while silk pyjamas slide from derrieres that mark us all the same.. And is an exodus of NIMBYs imminent to claim the warm Mediterranean? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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