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Burning bright

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Allan

Allan Report 13 Dec 2019 21:16

Well, I can certainly vouch for the heat.

RolloTheRed

RolloTheRed Report 13 Dec 2019 11:25

Australia has decided to open new coal mines in Queensland.
The Tories will open a new coal mine in Cumbria and bring back fracking..

https://www.theguardian.com/environment/2019/dec/13/australias-bushfires-have-emitted-250m-tonnes-of-co2-almost-half-of-countrys-annual-emissions

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2019/dec/13/australia-set-to-swelter-in-heatwave-conditions-above-40-next-week

Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies,
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?