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The News Cycle

News spins around my head. Killings, a brave puppy dog saving a kitten, rape & heroic deeds done by cop and villain. October surprises loom, we are led by the nose to suppose he lied or tried hard to tell the truth. Forgive me for asking but can the news cycle get a puncture just once. Blow me down with a killer clown, shock the horror let the cat out of its peekaboo bag. Take a knee, rest and drop - that smoking gun is a prop cool the hot-cross bun some. Mute the chattering media flunky's. Not news is good for news junkies, yet bad stuff happens and we must all chase it, run it down and claim the day as if we owned it.

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Book: Shattered Sighs