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[title] => Eye Sight
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[bodytext] => Is it not
a little strange
that laboratory animals
have better eye sight
then most people
For They
Can See
Their Cage
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Eye Sight
Contributed by
drone
on
Thursday, 7th March 2019 @ 05:01:03 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Is it not
a little strange
that laboratory animals
have better eye sight
then most people
For They
Can See
Their Cage
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drone
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2019-03-07 05:01:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Eye Sight
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jecks on
Thursday, 7th March 2019 @ 01:51:41 PM AEST (User
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I like this. Interesting perspective.
Funny thing too, It`s all they know. If you release them into the wild, they die. |
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Re: Eye Sight
(User Rating: 1 ) by softerware on
Saturday, 9th March 2019 @ 12:03:08 AM AEST (User
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And we cannot see ours.
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Re: Eye Sight
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 10th March 2019 @ 08:41:29 AM AEST (User
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the cage is the worst part
of vivisection, to the person
who has to conduct it,
I should know, that what I did
saved many children, ECMO,
understanding human genetics,
My dear Loomis, a dog I named,
he and twelve of his friends had
150 cc of asbestos injected into their
plural so as to create mesothelioma,
not to study mesothelioma at all, but
to study the link between mesothelioma
and rheumatoid arthritis.
But none of those dogs ever did show
any kind of cancerous growth in their
plural cavities.
Loomis was snow white lab, Sheila was a lovable
blood hound, Dexter was a smart beagle,
I won/'/t name them all, as this was forty years
ago.
They were great dogs, I know, I took care of them.
Sadly they lived in cages.
Once, during the winter the blowers in the building
stopped working because the air was so cold.
I had to come in and take all twelve dogs where the cage washer room would keep them warm, I mean the whole unit was pretty much frozen.
And anyway, I let the door in the back slightly ajar.
And out went Dexter and all the other dogs followed him.
I ran out after them in my thin surgical scrubs and called out Dexter, "Dexter, you come back now", and like a good dog he did. They all did.
They all came back when they could have just ran off.
Because they liked me, because they trusted me.
So how do you think that makes me feel?
It makes me feel blue.
I will tell you that first hand.
Because I love animals.
Big time. I do, Joe.
Peace!
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