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WEDNESDAY 04/09/08

No Plan to Cut Torch Relay as U.S. Protesters Mass
We name the stars in awe but cannot, for all we are, put finger to sky of China’s cruelty. We continue to look down, avoiding errant stones.

Bush to Press Case Against Cutting Iraq Force
If it is true that brevity is indeed the soul of wit, then lengthy, it would stand to reason, is fortitude of the occupied spirit.

Palestinians say Bush Will Meet Abbas in Egypt
Before this tiny flicker of hope, the king will help commemorate sixty years of Israel, it will not be peace erupting from this.

White House Hopefuls Woo Gore, Focus on Climate
Let us look upon this, our earth. Let us stretch our necks `round, view the quaking truth `neath the crust. Let us stand now, facing her, and weep.

Pope Aims to Heal Abuse Wounds on U.S. Trip
Pontiff, it is not with this purpose you should come. You needn’t simply wash over the long-infected lesion, cleave its oozing nub to pacify its heirs.

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