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SATURDAY (6/20/09)

Call on Eric Holder to appoint a special prosecutor to investigate and prosecute Bush-era torture, etc
Seeing the old man who moved like a sloth across the parking lot Stumbling a path waged in determination and loaded with angst, I began to see the future. A panorama of a rebellious reckoning With a gnarly toothed reality of necks bent in disappointment. Our smugness, suffering tossed out like crumbs to the starving begins its vengeful quake across all the gloom we’ve scattered.

Send Harry Reid an email, asking that he not allow drilling in any global warming or climate bill that comes up in Senate
Drill down to the cry of oceans, drill down to the cry of birds, drill down, drill down, drill down! Loose the hell hounds come howling, loose the next monstrous wave, loose the next hoarfrost and eddy! Drill down, baby. Drill down.

Please cosponsor the Senator Paul Simon Water for the World Act of 2009 (S. 624)
Water. Water. Water. Water. Wate. Wat. Wa. W.

Sign petition showing your support of Congress' work to reform America's health care system
They won’t fix what ails you for no stinking shriek or prayer or howl... Hell no! It’s going to take a lot more than human consideration to stitch up your son, or radiate your daughter, or treat your parents! It’s going to take a damned miracle! A malodorous, impractical, damned phenomenon! Ain't no spare change or extra angel wings to save us or bone cracking, god-smacking miracles to come roaring! I've more faith in congress…


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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