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Recalled Public (Monday Head-Lines 11/2/09)


Snowcap vanishing from Mount Kilimanjaro
The climber met her beloved, the African crown. She noticed his sagging face and howled her water.

'Twin Towers' warship in New York
It is the fall we most remember, the dead and the living toppling as one.

Bomb blast in Pakistan's Rawalpindi kills 35
Horrible explosions, more and more, the weight of our anger falling like icy talons upon our worship.

Clinton Denies Easing Pressure on Israel
We hear this with the attention of a murderous scream at the World Series, and we hear what we see, but not what we hear and we grasp the sport from the full on roar of two sides, one victor.

Contaminated Beef Recalled After Deaths
Not that the dead will remember our disgust or contemplate before ingesting or recall any of it with urgency.

The GOP has created a monster
The Party of Frankenstein created doubt- I suppose disbelief itself could be seen as monstrous…


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
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  1. HillNovember 3, 2009 at 5:29 PM

    Disbelief is monstrous, Poetryman.

    Sorry I haven't been around for a while.

    Will be stopping by more often in the near future.

    :)

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  2. thepoetrymanNovember 3, 2009 at 10:50 PM

    That, my dear Hill, sounds wonderful. It is always a pleasure.

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  3. thepoetrymanNovember 3, 2009 at 10:52 PM

    The part that sounds wonderful is not that disbelief is mosntrous, of which I certainly agree, it is of your stopping by more often... Of course you probably knew this, but i thought I'd clarify just to interject some humor not to actually "clarify"...

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