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Amusement, Love (Head-Lines 1/22/11)


Obama to Press Centrist Agenda in His Address
I’m amused by the way we daydream. Attention warriors and peacemakers all, if, at the center of goodness, swims a green peace nearest your belief, love.

Search continues for boy swiped from grandmother's arms
Oh return our child to his affection, his shroud of grandmother, his love within her grasp. The boy’s gone from her sight, yet not from her seeking.

Documents raise questions on treatment of detainees
Where our skins have grown slack of their grave use, where love’s fallen short of it’s ascending worship, where glee’s shell game has duped both of our hands- words cannot bring mankind a superman…

Incumbent Senators Weigh Options
Our fear is that choice is but illusion, that daydream’s drain away truth leaving hope to comfort man’s failing.



© 2010 by mark prime

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