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Revolution among the glaciers

So it does matter
this mix of chemicals
spewed
silent and deadly

invisible, check
potent, check
melting ice caps, check
reaking havoc on a planet, check

goes away by itself, negatory
silver bullets at hand, negatory
silver buckshot in the barrel, check
should we be worried, check

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Margaret said…
"Revolution among the glaciers" reminds me of Adrian Michell's "Time and Motion Study"

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