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Another Trial

Liquidity crunch turns you into lip slave. The candlelight bed has the broken legs. Asleep by the boat you sway in dark. You are still a number in the books, to be fed. A jigsaw puzzle in the economic boom starts a jihad. Here I am waiting for you to start a crusade against the falling stars. The encounter turns bloody. Shoot out for innocents. Kids and women, criss-crossing the path of hate. I was not ready for this disgrace of religion. The king was making it free below poverty line. Every wound will be addressed and healed. SATISH VERMA

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John Rhinem

Date: 1/28/2012 7:41:00 AM

Smile ˜ Stuck amid a revolving door going round and round and round and round and round ˜ Smile, and there is no bloody revolution but, if there were then I would only count it as a blessing to the blind caught amid that spin cycle design ˜ Love, John!:) ˜

Goode Guy

Date: 1/28/2012 6:39:00 AM

S.V. - I don't see the ABC structure, but really like the visions of this write, "I was not ready for this disgrace of religion." says what others take entire books to say...well done. ;-)