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Sunday Somewhere Else

Sunday somewhere safe My fingers itch to write but it will not be about the moon it hangs there like a balloon. I refuse to turn on the news but a big liner was in trouble on the coast of Norway going to sea in winter sea thinking they were safe in a big ship you wouldn`t get me on a cruiser I have read the news Palestine wants NATO to protect them an idea met with ridicule by Israel soon there will be no Palestinians left removed to the outer fringes herding goats and taken pictures off the way primaeval people lived before Israel came, an old culture was snuffed out, fluff for historians to write about

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