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THURSDAY 04/03/08

China jails outspoken activist over Tibet views
Dissident jailed for using tongue, shackled of seditious idioms, U.S. speechless...


Al-Sadr calls for million-Iraqi rally against U.S.
One million liberated flora marching to our one hundred forty thousand, more than enough blooms...

At least eight killed in Pennsylvania house fire
When the heat of raging fire’s so intense, one house will be consumed, resolute, only numbers remain...

ATA discontinues flights, files for bankruptcy
Seeing this I thought I’d been asleep, the god-awful roar of the recent past, stagnant oil rigs...

NATO backs Bush's European Missle Shield
Again with the ideas shielding pragmatism, roar of incoming freedom haters, hiss of outbound liberators...

Chinese spying on the rise, U.S. says
Shady secrets have a hard time sleeping when carried in official satchels over seas...


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