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Baby Milk

No milk for babies I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today. I was standing in supermarket`s till a woman in front of me had bought a litre of milk and now she looking for loose change. I was amazed she looked like human dairy; she could bottle her milk in small flasks and sell it to health freaks. In the vastness of her bag movements, it was her husband Carlos smelling Like the inside of a purse I always like to take him along when shopping and know where he is and, He has got the car keys. The Americans have been bombing again making sure there is no milk for babies because they want to build that pipe gas line across Afghanistan and the Taliban or is it the Pashtuns are saying no, from my home I see for me a giant in uniform with a belt full of bombs bestriding the world.

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