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Thursday (5/21/09)

Car bomb blast kills 41 in northwest Baghdad
The skin of the beast drips with sweat as it hovers over the sand, perplexed at the people’s will to survive, even as blood pours around them. Rain, despite a ships call for help, will continue to fill an angry sea.

Guantanamo inmate transfer blocked
Our green hope, our red fury, fear is still our emperor, sovereign of land and liberty…

Iran Announces Missile Test
Hi ho and a rat a tat tat! Listen for the war drums in that! Hi ho! And a thrum and clank, metal’s whir of a rolling tank! A rat a tat tat and hi and a ho, time for us to lock and load. Thrum thrum thrum thrum…

Feinstein: Bring Detainees to U.S.
O something cries down to us. Something boldly calls out, awaiting fear to abandon our ears.

U.S.: Airstrike deaths 'likely' accidental
Shhhh… Maybe no one will notice, when a missile falls in the desert and no one's around to hear it…






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