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WEDNESDAY (6/4/09)


N.H. governor signs gay marriage bill
Strolling through the violet forest, bonnets of green, sleeves of red and caps of brown shake their hips to the breeze. Born there, grow old there… die there. They've not much say in the affair. Born red. Born green. Born Brown. Living. Breathing. Crying. Laughing with the wind.

New Air France debris found, explosion unlikely
Steadfast in this expanse, uncovered and brazen like a worrisome thing, undeniably fixed upon its hesitant horror. When did all catastrophes become suspect terror? (We need end our addiction to fanatical dread.)

GOP Rivals Hint at Runs in 2012
Wherever sorrow travels they come running, breathing hard, waiting for an opening, a moment of glee to place their gloom and echo the masters of doom- “Let me lead you there, away from where I led you before.” Don’t follow, turn away from its wagging lips.

Obama Touts Muslim Roots
O show compassion for mankind. Raise him up, bring water to her lips. Sing praises to the seeds of truth. Don’t fall back of this, meet it smiling.

Cheney's Role In CIA Briefings Unusual, But Legal
I can only imagine what moves you… To be honest, truth is quite worthless If it doesn’t burst forth with grand revelation. I mean, if the truth’s been AWOL for so goddamned long, Who the hell knows where it’s been?


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
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