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3% My shirt is torn I’m bloodied by thorns of anger. The bushes by the narrow trackare almost covering It, I tried to fight my way trough, the maze but lost. I have toleave this territory to its own device; it will not listen to my 3% growth rate asthey expand at will. Born free, just like the Taliban. I could have made a nicesuburban garden here, one with rules, respect for law & order with democratictrimmed hedges, soft lawn and palm trees, palms tend to decorate resorts, theylend dignity to places that charge a lot of money so city dwellers can enjoy tamenature with their Martinis. Palm trees have good genes, perfect education, Eton,the rest of us are trained apes, we pick the coco nuts stand in awe, we admireour exploiters. I walk in our town’s park now, gardeners keep, it trim, it’s as lovelyas unwritten postcards bought at a tourist route that has a growth rate of 3 %.