Some Daft Plot

D David Harris David Harris
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As I sit at my desk pipe in hand, and look out the back window at the chalk pit and hill behind. I remember what it was like before the houses moved in and decimated the view. They called it progress removing the bushes and trees where the wildlife flourished. They never gave a thought to the natural habitat they destroyed. They built their houses never thinking that the new occupants would use their neighbour’s gardens as a short cut because they were too lazy to walk. The short-sighted planners never once gave a thought to that, all they saw with their greed was money dancing before their eyes. No one ever thought out things, then the local councils never do, they just think of some daft plot and pass it through so they can say they are doing something to earn their money. If they and others like them had any common sense, the world may not be in the big mess it is. Greed covered their eyes like blinkers and so they push ahead destroying everything in their path. One day they may wake up, but I sincerely doubt it. 15 February 2009

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