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JANUARY TWENTY-SIX, TWENTY FIFTEEN HEAD-LINES


Syrian Rebels Want To Fight Assad, But Now They'll Face ISIS

Syrian children,
take cover inside,
the rebellion is not for the innocent.

Rebuke violence,
chide murderers,
and return your Home to Peace.

Ukraine rebels move to encircle government troops in new advance

This is rebellion,
rebellion that does not need reasons,
for too many years now... they've been given.

Greek F-16 crashes in Spain during NATO exercise, killing 10

Down, down, down
Down, down, down,
Boom boom boom
Boom boom boom
goes the boom boom
Down, down, down

Northeast braces for 'potentially historic' blizzard

Brace for it, it is on its way to you now.
Hold tight, white-knuckled tight,
potentially.

Reminds me of our history of invention,
the white-nuckled echo is coming,
potentially.


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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