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Three, Two, One...(Head-Lines for Saturday May 14, 2011)


Countdown to Shuttle Launch -- and Layoffs – Underway
Three- My grinning desire to reach the heavens highlights my hunger to explore, my desirous aspiration to possess what I see, own what is not mine to own…

Two- Wonder needs remain in my greenness.

One- (Houston, we have layoff!)

Former Pop-Star Sworn in as Haiti’s New President
Remember, my needs come last, captain Martelly, first I must lift the spirit of Haiti to its original tallness! Permit her peoples to conquer their pale quaking, shine my quivering song upon them, then myself.

US Charges Six with Aiding Pakistani Taliban
Bring down the gavel upon me if I blast Love with the tools of battle! The hellhounds feast upon love, gorge upon the tender flesh of peace.

Indict me, then raise a new flag, a fresh banner, ‘Love Before Bombs’. Make no motto of love that worships war…

Obama Seeks More Drilling in Alaska and Gulf of Mexico
Seek to drain the earth of oil, that her machine may rust of use, crack of my potent thirst and gush forth like the rivers of language without end.

Let me dig for Love like gold. Tunnel for it like an oil-rig; the deeper it goes, the more I'll receive in turn



© 2011 by mark prime



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