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SUNDAY (3/08/09)

US 'not winning in Afghanistan'
The useful truths, which are now dead, had something more to offer. They held something greener in a land overwrought with war, hemorrhaging of empire’s lance, crawling with the decaying carcass of liberation.

Authors Warn That Many Textbooks Distort Religion
Our gods, like the books we consume, often convey our red imaginings, others bring joy to a solemn day, while others convene gray death. It is the same of modern history, written, and rewritten, by mortals.

Economic News Continues To Sour
O hopeful and poor are the future stewards, their appetite for a new land shall only be eclipsed by their starvation.

Study: Widows 'forgotten victims of Iraq'
In the center of these women, where astonishing energies of things like the savor of love, the curl in their child’s hair, the way rain drops upon a roof and how the rivers smell, and the way their men so easily touch upon their dreams has forever changed.

© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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