NEWS FOR ENTERTAINMENT
Triple bypass, she's not dead. Everything
was done in time.' The passing moment
carries so much weight. Fellow traveler
along the road, all hail.
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I remember some years back a Labor Day
weekend like this, much the same anyway -
clear blue, grandsome days, nothing much
going on. The world was a paradise for a day.
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Then the planes hit the towers, took them all
down. Everything tried to alter composure; for
a month or two there was frenzy everywhere -
the dirt and grime, the trucks and cranes, the
lights and the mendicants running.
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Soon enough - believe it or not - it all settled
down. The criers had done their crying, the killers
their killing, and the massed American forces too
eventually set out on all their violent missions.
Whatever. I've nothing more to say.
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Now it's a hundred and fifty years back, or so it
seems. The frivolous world has forgotten, all those
pieces of puzzle and fire have gone back to their
place on the shelves and everything is frivolous
once again. Too bad the line has been broken?
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I rather liked the dark and despair,
the anguish everywhere.
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