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Let Us Be Together (29th Violent Verse of 2010, Head-Lines)


Mother Kills Baby for Interrupting Farmville
Oh! Let me take your arms and bring you away from this; your virulent rage.

Arkansas School Official Resigns Over "Gays Should Commit Suicide" Comments
Unfasten yourself from it and walk your goodness into the light.

Relatives Say Man Who Threatened Dem Senator Under Glenn Beck's Spell
Call it magic now, your vow with death. Name it after your first stillborn.

Peter King Claims American Muslims do not Cooperate to Combat Terrorism
Allow breath to enter the wailing chamber like a hungry jackal's scourge.

Steve King: Children Will be Raised in Warehouses if Conservatives Don't Defend Marriage
Let’s not write man off just yet, instead permit forgiveness to sway his union

111 Republican Incumbents and Candidates Want to Eliminate The Dept. of Education
Too late to think or learn. Give me your arms.


© 2010 by mark prime




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