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Poems Dedicated To The Victims Of 9/11
Cross-Continent War talks You begin to wonder if war is war when nothing else binds us to the enemy. New war, old war, holy war.
October 3, 2005
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Cross-Continent War talks You begin to wonder if war is war when nothing else binds us to the enemy. New war, old war, holy war.
I was 8 or 9 years old, in the mid '60s, when one night a large party brought the sounds of professional Tar to our house. My
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Looking down the road, nothing but windblown hopes A little doll on a tree branch – two bright eyes – dried tears on a beautiful
Alike the silence of a dream Forgotten by dawn Not to be remembered but in broken pieces of no meaning… Alike that coming moment That
