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Let the eagles pierce the sky And the pigs tear the earth For now our lips remain sealed By their thundering batons. We strive on with the unspoken Sureness of unwanted foetus Waiting to pop out in nine months In nine years, or who knows, In nine days or less. Sleep not dear bleeding renegades For the sun surely sets And the moon finds its hiding place. Yes, these arrogant flowers Will shrivel and wither when December comes And the raging wild fires Will eat up their useless stalks Now fresh and green In preparation for the new planting season.

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Date: 11/27/2011 12:24:00 PM
The eagle's vantage point is still our own, Our wings outstreached are one with the heavens, Seeing, knowing, feeling, living, giving, loving. Ruben
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Date: 11/26/2011 1:45:00 AM
E.A.,wow! Very deep... AND WITH AGRIPPING THOUGHT... the new is all in... Thank you for sharing your awesome words... and also thanks for the smile on my poem,..have a good night,..p.d.
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