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I tell my kids..

They are my audience!..

That when people litter, the junk gets into the fields. The farm equipment cannot yet tell what is hay or what is a can. It all gets processed into the bales that the cows eat.

Sometimes the shreds of junk can get into the cow, travel through all her stomachs and just tear her up.

You know the work and love that goes into raising each animal, just to lose her to someone's apathy when it comes to being responsible with their own garbage.

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Those kids are blessed to have you! Yes garbage can get into so many places it doesn't belong. Thank you for sharing.

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I love this poem! It makes me sad because it’s so true but I love how you brought this issue to life. ❤️

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Thank you so much mom. xoxo

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A very good point worded absolutely beautifully, Julie! :D

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You are so kind Rebecca. Thank you for being here.

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Such a pleasure!

I would love to be able to make it to writing group on Friday - sadly I can't (again!), but I'm sure I'll be along some time in October. I do hope so! :D

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I hope you can join us next month too! I'm going to stick to every Friday as that seems to be the day most people can meet up. I will change change the times every other Friday to accommodate as best I can. I hope Friday still works for you.

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Brilliant! Yes, Fridays are generally fine - I’ve been away for a lot of this month but October’s looking pretty good! See you soon! :D

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Sounds good! See you then. :)

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