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MONDAY 4/21/08

Obama readies 'swift boat' defense
The Bay Hap River, a swift boat, the banks of the Tran Thoi village. A dry day, no rain. A Viet Cong soldier, a rocket, Lt. Kerry fires his weapon, Ba Thanh is slain. A six year old smiles at his mother.

Rice in Iraq, violence surges after Sadr threat
She entered with the moorings of night, staggered to find that she’s unwelcome- Not one flower.

Message Machine: Gitmo- The Pentagon’s Hidden Hand
These are the criers, the aged and brassy men of warring that congregate in Cuba, charting the king’s defense. They only know the one breed of war.

A House of a Different Color
The mournfully blue shutters hug the sunrise and the pale reflection evaporates giving rise to a new color.

Report: Mogadishu battles leave 81 dead
These two days of an unleashed dying! Who are these many unclimbed souls that bridled my wish?

Teachers' strike could shut 1,000 schools
Befall a splendid melody, teacher. Become your worth in this dying age. Stand and struggle for what you merit, we’ll not forgo our approval.


© 2008 mrp/tpm

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