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Zimbabwe From shimmering oil of ebony still will come flailing of limbs will come hacking quick slashing of hands now untied tattooing no pattern not even a maze depriving gray walls of their stone will come spittle wild churning rivers agush from slack jaws of blanching gray hounds till one day at dawn will come quiet Donal Mahoney

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Date: 4/21/2010 3:32:00 PM
Wow, Donal, this is such a compelling write about a very troubled nation. I really like the way you close it with the last couplet. Wonder what it will take to reach that "quiet" time -- hopefully not the death of all the people who live in Zimbabwe. Superb writing! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 4/21/2010 1:54:00 PM
i can relate to that as I was born and raised there in Bulawayo. Good write.
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